Thursday, November 1, 2012

Lurking Maltese, poem, Eve Featherstone


The Sun melts down like butter on our home
Like candlelight it warms and lights in tone
The tone of cozy safety under wing
The tone of lurking Maltese* covers bring
The tone of destination reached at hand
The tone of no regrets along the path

The Angels ever present gaze blinks soft
The birds of heaven cease to be aloft
Instead to roost as One with us on Earth
As neighbors and companions second first

--Eve Featherstone

*Eve's pet word for napping

Maltese:
1.A native or national of Malta or a person of Maltese descent.
2.A dog of a very small long-haired breed, typically with white hair.

Megalithic Temples of Malta

The Megalithic Temples of Malta are the oldest free-standing structures on Earth, even older than the Pyramids.




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