6/18/2017

Nostalgia

Samuel Palmer, A Shepherd & His Flock Under The Moon & Stars
Plead for a time and place all you like, for the stars to turn themselves forever backwards, peeling past the pit hole of your mind when you were infantile and absolved of all the crimes which carry forward, on your shoulders, a burden that amasses as each year goes rolling by. Plead with them and not with me. Nothing can absolve your memory, not even the utterance of those words you hope to hear, for no, I am the moon and immovable and I do not love you even though you think of loving me.