"The beauty of the world which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder." (Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own) 
So have I two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish. Two sides, one full of the pale gold of early morning light, the other velvet soft, hidden in the shadows of a silent peace. Yet how can that be? Two sides...three edges, at least. One more, then. Unnameable. Hidden. Elusive. One flower, one life, seventeen petals and one unfolding.  
Love,
the Starbird
Dolorous Haze Dwyn The Bioluminescent Emphasis IAmMe2010 Monsieur Melancholy SenhorFrio Stu
I live in my dreams and hopes. I live in happiness, in a quiet world. I sit in a tree and think.