Dream Migration 8x10 Art Print magic When I close my eyes

When I close my eyes in the lazy afternoons of March

And though I leave bookmarks in all the books I have started

even if you do find your way high enough to meet the spirit that lives in the nest of many mountains

improper embroidery/stitching

Dream Migration 8x10 Art Print magic When I close my eyesAnd when my eyes opened, the migration had ended, and I thought it was just us left on that hillside looking up at passing clouds. As I tried once more to close my hand around yours, I instead found that I was gripping a ghost of what I remembered. The impressions still there, but your laugh already fading into the wind. I liked to believe that leaving me behind was never your intention, that the migration took you because your soul was so gentle and