I bind unto myself today Dickon says nothing, at least not out loud. It's easy to miss in the sudden blinding light, but his lips are moving. the virtues of the starlit heaven He's let go of the stone in his pocket, because it's either that or let go of Mary and even if he would, she wouldn't let go of him the glorious sun's life-giving ray and one arm is lifted to shield his eyes, but he's squinting to see through the brightness. the whiteness of the moon at even He is frightened. There's no sense in denying that. But he plants his feet and holds on to Mary, because there's nothing else to do.
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Date: 2006-06-14 06:58 am (UTC)Dickon says nothing, at least not out loud. It's easy to miss in the sudden blinding light, but his lips are moving.
the virtues of the starlit heaven
He's let go of the stone in his pocket, because it's either that or let go of Mary and even if he would, she wouldn't let go of him
the glorious sun's life-giving ray
and one arm is lifted to shield his eyes, but he's squinting to see through the brightness.
the whiteness of the moon at even
He is frightened. There's no sense in denying that. But he plants his feet and holds on to Mary, because there's nothing else to do.