The clouds roll on. Silent as sleepwalkers the clouds keep coming from infinity bank behind bank and line after line, and change… — Rolf Jacobsen Copy Share Image
The clouds roll on. Silent as sleepwalkers the clouds keep coming from infinity bank behind bank and line after line, and change colors on… — Rolf Jacobsen Copy Share Image
Sssh says the ocean Sssh says the small wave at the shore sssh not so violent, not so proud, not so remarkable. Sssh says… — Rolf Jacobsen Copy Share Image
If you go far enough out you can see the Universe itself, all the billion light years summed up time only as a flash,… — Rolf Jacobsen Copy Share Image
Let the young rain of tears come, let the calm hands of grief come. It's not all as evil as you think. — Rolf Jacobsen Copy Share Image
“Come, young rain of tears; come gentle hands of sorrow. It’s not as terrible as you think.” — Rolf Jacobsen Copy Share Image
“It’s so delicate, the light. And there’s so little of it. The dark is huge. Just delicate needles, the light, in an endless night.… — Rolf Jacobsen Copy Share Image
“For the Earth itself is a blossom, she says, on the star tree, pale with luminous ocean leaves.” — Rolf Jacobsen Copy Share Image
Look - The moon thumbs through night's book. Finds a lake where nothing is printed. Draws a straight line. That's all it can. That's… — Rolf Jacobsen Copy Share Image
