refuge (n).

3f4c44193b91721b7f592494a230fbe1When, briefly, you come out of your caverned tower and I feel the flutter of your feather heart, I feel like we are going somewhere, on a journey, with a sweet spring sun to our cheeks and gentle April winds whistling past the wisps of hair that rest behind our ears. It is when you come out of your keep and out into the open when I feel the most optimistic at the possibility of you. [Photograph from Sorakeem].


Posted on February 28, 2013 and filed under the word project-.