"...and the light seemed brighter and the pulse of the whole assembly quickened, and new modes of joy that had nothing to do with mirth as we understand it passed into them all, as it were from the very air, or as if there were dancing in Deep Heaven. Some say there always is."
(C.S.Lewis, Perelandra)
Sunday, July 21, 2013
A Night Flight
They switch on yellow cones of light
and talk of sundry things
While clouds race low beneath the moon
beyond our starlit wings
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