A single rose still holds
the memory of all that's left
of sleeping dreams.
It seems that all there is to show
lies deep within her heart.
She knows each part of it,
but will not tell.
It's just as well for now.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Just as well...
A single rose still holds
the memory of all that's left
of sleeping dreams.
It seems that all there is to show
lies deep within her heart.
She knows each part of it,
but will not tell.
It's just as well for now.
A beautiful love story
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Saturday, August 29, 2009
The mellower season...
"Youth is like Spring, an over-praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits." --Samuel Butler
Friday, August 28, 2009
Once again
My days are full of wonder,
as though I've traveled back in time
to long-forgotten dreams,
to a once-forgotten land.
My nights are deep as oceans.
I am sailing from the darkness
to the shoreline of the dawn;
and it's morning once again.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Late August
"Let me enjoy
this late-summer day of my heart
while the leaves are still green
and I won't look so close
as to see that first tint
of pale yellow slowly creep in.
I will cease endless running
and then look to the sky
ask the sun to embrace me
and then hope she won't tell
of tomorrows less long than today.
Let me spend just this time
in the slow-cooling glow
of warm afternoon light
and I'd think
I will still have the strength
for just one more
last fling of my heart."
- John Bohrn, Late August
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