Dreams Underfoot: UnquietDreams' Dark Whimsy

Sunshine is my nickname...jus sayin'
I had a couple of double entendre's jump to mind, but so did Spenser:

In secret shadow far from all men’s sight;

From her fair head her fillet she undight,

And laid her stole aside; her angel’s face

As if the great eye of heaven shined bright,

And made a Sunshine in the shady place...
 
Crossposting from @JustAnotherFlower's In The Garden of Light and Shadow thread, because I don't hate these.

As my mind dances across the beautiful topography that is you
It strikes again -- the understanding, bone deep
That wherever I wander, you are Home...
 
Crossposting another from @JustAnotherFlower's wonderful In The Garden of Light and Shadow thread.

We are all stories
It is what we are
what we are made of
and when we are gone
it is what will remain.

No story is pointless
No story is hopeless
No story is meaningless
A library we build of everyday miracles
And nothing is trivial.

In you, my love, I will write my story
On your skin in glyphs only you can feel
Within your mind, in thoughts I have helped you find
In your fantasies, in words and sounds
in your memories that we form together
And your story --
Skin and mind,
Fantasy and memory,
Is bound within me as well
forever.
 
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