His parched soul, swelling like a desert root,
Broke out its delicate dream upon the air;
The mountains shook with earthquake under foot;
An angel seized him suddenly by the hair;
An excerpt from Alec Derwent (A.D.) Hope, Australian poet, 1907-2000
Thank you Art Roflmao for the clever pairing of word with my image.
"The first frost had come to Wawa early. Gelert and I hiked back through fall colors, crisp air, and no mosquitoes, reaching our campsite overlooking Deer’s Pond just before sunset.
That night, spirits of the firelight danced around me through the trees as the rising moon silvered the smooth surface of the water. With Gelert snoring softly beside me, other spirits danced through my thoughts.
I didn't want them to dance. I didn't want them to even exist. But spirits have their own views on these matters, and are very persistent when they feel it’s time for a performance. These ghosts went back fifteen years. The prompting for tonight's tango was much more recent.."
for some reason "Horse with No Name" by America came to mind. I like the pensive feel of it. The overlay works great to convey that message. I like the tones of it too - warm and familiar.
WOAH - I didn't know Art Roflmao was such a literary scholar. WOO HOO
His parched soul, swelling like a desert root,
Broke out its delicate dream upon the air;
The mountains shook with earthquake under foot;
An angel seized him suddenly by the hair;
an excerpt from Alec Derwent (A.D.) Hope, Australian poet, 1907-2000, which I found here.
(also chuckled at the username of who posted it)
I love the image, Alicia! "Parched Soul" was the first thing that popped in my head and it's what I googled for.
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