Quote 29 Jan
Wandering the same afternoon with my face turn’d up to the clouds, or
down a lane or along the beach,
My right hand and left arms round the sides of two friends, and I in the middle;
— Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself”
Text 9 Jan

She never told her love,

But let concealment, like a worm i’ the bud,

Feed on her damask cheek.

Twelfth Night, II, iv, 114-16

Video 9 Jan
Quote 13 Nov
In the rain the pavement shines like silver
All the lights are misty in the river
In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight
Text 13 Nov Stealing Romance

I get away stealing romance

from those who have left it behind

i’ll be the step in your slow dance

this time

 

Why feel foolish we’re smiling

a grade school romance with wine

i’ll be the tick-tock in your wrist watch

be mine


a break in the rain

that’s real…

nothing’s the same and

still like home like (?)

 

all in the park under rain clouds

a shot in the dark for a kiss

a heart to be stored in an old life

to miss 

I get away stealing romance 

I’ve come by it fairly it’s true

this grace and a smile in a slow dance

and you

Text 7 Nov Sonnet 73 

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
   This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
   To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Photo 24 Oct  ARISE from dreams of theeIn the first sweet sleep of night,When the winds are breathing low,And the stars are shining bright.I arise from dreams of thee,And a spirit in my feetHath led me — who knows how?To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faintOn the dark, the silent stream—And the Champak’s odours [pine]Like sweet thoughts in a dream;The nightingale’s complaint,It dies upon her heart,As I must on thine,O belovèd as thou art! O lift me from the grass!I die! I faint! I fail!Let thy love in kisses rainOn my lips and eyelids pale.My cheek is cold and white, alas!My heart beats loud and fast:O press it to thine own again,Where it will break at last!

    •  ARISE from dreams of thee
      In the first sweet sleep of night,
      When the winds are breathing low,
      And the stars are shining bright.
      I arise from dreams of thee,
      And a spirit in my feet
      Hath led me — who knows how?
      To thy chamber window, Sweet!
       
      The wandering airs they faint
      On the dark, the silent stream—
      And the Champak’s odours [pine]
      Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
      The nightingale’s complaint,
      It dies upon her heart,
      As I must on thine,
      O belovèd as thou art!
       
      O lift me from the grass!
      I die! I faint! I fail!
      Let thy love in kisses rain
      On my lips and eyelids pale.
      My cheek is cold and white, alas!
      My heart beats loud and fast:
      O press it to thine own again,
      Where it will break at last!

Photo 28 Sep
Quote 28 Sep
And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be, are full of trees and changing leaves.
— Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
Text 12 Jul Moon

I am fascinated by the moon. To me it represents loneliness, brilliance, beauty, serenity, mystery and joy all at once. The past couple of days it has been so bright and clear in the sky. I love being able to see the moon faintly in the sky when the sun is out…it always comes back. I’ve always tried…unsuccessfully to capture the beauty of the moon in a picture…it just never works out, so each night I look up to the sky for one glimpse that brings me back. There are several songs that capture my love of the moon quite perfectly…

“Jealous of the Moon” by Nickel Creek

Trying on a brand new dress
But you haven’t worn the old one yet.
You’ve come too far, to turn around now.
You’ve given up the good fight.
You’re as strong as anyone.
You’re back when you started from,
I see you’re back where you started from.

Staring down the stars, jealous of the moon
You wish you could fly.
But you’re staying where you are,
there’s nothing you can do,
if you’re too scared to try.

You drag your pretty head around
Swearing you’re gonna drown with a beautiful sigh and a river of lies.

Staring down the stars, jealous of the moon
You wish you could fly.
But you’re staying where you are
there’s nothing you can do
if you’re too scared to try.

Why don’t you call me, I could save you.
Together we’ll find a god we can pray to that will take you by the hand.

I hate to see a friend of mine,
Laughing out loud when she’s crying inside,
but you’ve got your pride.

Staring down the stars, jealous of the moon
You wish you could fly.
But you’re staying where you are
There’s nothing you could do, if you’re too scared to try.

You’re staring down the stars,
You stay where you are,
You’re jealous of the moon, but there’s nothing you could do if you’re too scared to try,
If you’re too scared to try.

“You are the Moon” by The Hush Sound

Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark
Emerging from the gentle grip of night’s unfolding arms
Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone?
The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone

You don’t see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear
It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier
All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas
The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe

I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact
So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass
I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky
You will see your beauty every moment that you rise 


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