Joined: June 2003
|Posted: July 14 2011,8:37 pm
Awhile back, one of our patrons died. He was very supportive of the arts, donated land and lots of money to help the sick, and was such a nice person. My husband and I would have lunch with him when we went to Portland, and I will miss our conversations. Azrael, as you are not bound by time and space, may Harold have an ecstatic release and a peaceful transition; he was a truly generous soul.
Let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of this flower
down the darker and darker stairs where blue is darkened on blueness
even where Persephone goes, just now, from the frosted September
to the sightless realm where darkness was awake upon the dark