A poem by George William Russell
Far up the dim twilight fluttered
Moth-wings of vapour and flame:
The lights danced over the mountains,
Star after star they came.
The lights grew thicker unheeded,
For silent and still were we;
Our hearts were drunk with a beauty
Our eyes could never see.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Monday, November 11, 2013
A day in the life
A room with no windows
A door with no house
Let's play a game
I'm the cat you're the mouse
Run for the closet
You can't hide from me
What's in the cupboard
Lock the door lose the key
This is only a game
You don't have to cry
Tell me you love me
And don't ask me why
Time for a shower
Will you ever feel clean
Pull back the curtain
On all that you've seen
Tucked in the covers
Now we can sleep
Close your eyes, say a prayer
For my soul to keep
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