Edvard Munch
Ashes
I've nothing else -- to bring, You know
I've nothing else -- to bring, You know --
So I keep bringing These --
Just as the Night keeps fetching Stars
To our familiar eyes --
Maybe, we shouldn't mind them --
Unless they didn't come --
Then -- maybe, it would puzzle us
To find our way Home –
~ Emily Dickinson ~
~ Emily Dickinson ~
