This was my childhood idol. Explanations.
(Source: mouthscradle, via blaqmagic)
There is something I have seen or only dreamed.
In a sun-hushed alley shifting beams of memory
honey the shadowed street tatters of whispers
dark & spice wafted the burnish of ancient wonder
still gilds the arched pathway echoing now
with the tender hooves of a young lost goat.