Light Weight Ruck Sacks

Rest Music Never

the moon in the sky runs
holding my hand. And rose petals
weak
tremble in the air of autumn.
architecture
Adorned with gray smoke towers
pure gold and roads
the sound soft and sweet pomegranate
night. Butterflies flutter
occult
At the sound of harps large
And the stars of heaven become
gillyflowers
Jerusalem
trembles under the mystery of the trees
As the trees sing!
Oh how they sing the trees!
the moon in the sky runs
holding my hand