WHERE MY BOOKS GO

 

Where My Books Go

All the words that I utter,
And all the words that I write
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
'Till they come where your sad, sad heart it,
And sing you in the night,
Beyond where the waters are moving,
Storm darkened or starry bright


W.B. Yeats, 1865


Storyboard & Frames : Morgan Fromme

 

Studio: Frost Motion
CD: Curt Cooper
EP: Beth Cooper
2016