“…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper,
irresistible— magic to make the sanest man go mad.”
– Homer –
send out the call…
and under gilded blue
sweet shadow of what might yet be
damp ambition
none escape its serenade
so wrap around and sing along
send out the call
and the answer will be
– Lola Moi –
