Danny James

141: Star failing

It is beautiful and it breaks you heart to look up and see home in the endless glade of impossible-to-reach heavens. For you are of the very same stuff as composes the Stars, that smiling in their silence conceive only that you will rejoin them, and so gaping linger dangerously into the dawn until one by one, day puts them out, and their wishes you cannot live up to.

140: A note from July

What a delightful invitation each morning extends, to enjoy buoyancy of all my cherished hopes for the day and fashion it as pleases my soul. Can a lesser situation than the feeling of perpetual Christmas morning be anticipated, if one is, by tenderly prodding of his rational intuitions charge, awakened? To consider a different mode of living, to merely survive such as many my joyless peers is the patting of a cobra from which my most essential spirit recoils, that cannot donate itself to such a compromise.

Coogee, 2012

Coogee, 2012