Skyfall
All through the night, your glorious eyes Were gazing down in mine, And with a full heart's thankful sighs, I blessed that watch divine *** Why did the morning dawn to break So great, so pure a spell; And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek, Where your cool radiance fell? *** Oh stars, and dreams, and gentle night; Oh night and stars, return! And hide me from the hostile light That does not warm, but burn; ~ excerpts of "Stars" by Emily Bronte The sky fell today, and it was a stunning show. When I went to sleep last night, with a smile on my lips, the stars were with me. But shortly after I woke, they all began to fall. I surprised myself with the intensity of my sorrow. A human can make all sorts of noises, but the sounds we make during sex and grief are to me, the most profound. Laughter is delicious - very little tops it - but there is such depth in a scream. As the heavens crashed down around me, I had almost no words (which for me, is terribly rare). I managed to sl