my_canvas_wrapped_tea_boat Borealis carries my soul over the rough and calm waters of this world she is laden with sweeter things than I, and all the bitterness of leaves seeps from the darker spaces in my heart. she is piloted alone..by one who knows no longer how to sail..perhaps she never knew her sails are white..her body black and she is packed...with the memories of a life... of a love.. of a loss... have a sip of my tea? 040715 ... mourninglight avast.. the winds blow north tonight to colder ports and blander wares the tea will be traded for pickled herring and coarse cloth.. but the memories will remain we go where the wind wills 041025 ... pete i knew these were yours before i read the blathe.. i read the title and was going to write, simply, ashley 041025 ... mourninglight set the sails my dears.. we leave port in the morning rewrap the tea stained sails for the cold winds of the north do not favor my temperment this month nor does the taste of stale gin or salted potatoes. let us lay plans for a voyage to warmer waters and welcoming faces with arms open and hands upturned offering coconut milk, and fruit friendship, and trust. this sleep has lasted long enough.. 041201 ... mourninglight movement through time and space growing tired of this dimension in drawn out angered love the tension has reached a peak, and metal memory lingers no longer. slip a hoop through my ear and remember...but be born again its time this boat took to flying 050812 ... pete the light finds the darkness, only after she is summoned to be by the one who is found... do you remember ashley? 050813 what's it to you? who go blather from