FRI.: And now I think of my life as vintage wine / From fine old kegs loves
☎️ THE FRIDAY COFFEEHOUSE POST A) tidbit on the stair 🧱🏡📻 You linger on the stairs: Love's lonely pulses leap! The harpsichord is shaken, the dogs look up from sleep Here, after all the years, you keep the heirloom still; The youth and joy in you achieve their olden will Excerpted from The Light... Sign in to see full entry.