We were young, so was the night, We were looking for fun and ladies bright. We went for a drink and had a few, Then went to the dancing, there was a queue. We met two nice ladies who were on holiday. We joined up with them and danced the night away. They invited …
You floated into my life On a gentle breeze And caressed my soul, I hoped you would never leave. You took me to places High up in the clouds, I wanted it to last forever And never come down. When I awoke in the morning You looked so beautiful as you slept, A whole day …
When you reach out far enough, You will touch my soul. Your mind will intertwine with mine, And darkness will turn to gold. Keep reaching.
“Days go past and days come still All is old and all is new, What is well and what is ill, You imagine and construe; Do not hope and do not fear, Waves that leap like waves must fall; Should they praise or should they jeer, Look but coldly on it all”. Things you’ll meet …
The elephant’s trunk is for picking up pistachios: no need to bend over. The giraffe’s neck is for grazing on stars: no need to fly. The chameleon’s skin, green, blue, lavender, white, as it wishes, is for hiding from ravenous animals: no need to flee. The turtle’s shell, is for sleeping inside, even in winter: …
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn’t, So I jumped in and sank. I came up once and hollered! I came up twice and cried! If that water hadn’t a-been so cold I might’ve sunk and died. But it was Cold in that water! …
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; …
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes …
The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart, When the full river of feeling overflows;– The happy days unclouded to their close; The sudden joys that out of darkness start As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart Like swallows singing down …
In the dark and damp of the alley cold, Lay the Christmas tree that hadn’t been sold; By a shopman dourly thrown outside; With the ruck and rubble of Christmas-tide; Trodden deep in the muck and mire, Unworthy even to feed a fire… So I stopped and salvaged that tarnished tree, And thus is the …
If you sit down at set of sun And count the acts that you have done, And, counting, find One self-denying deed, one word That eased the heart of him who heard, One glance most kind That fell like sunshine where it went — Then you may count that day well spent. But if, …
And yet love exists And yet curse exists I let the world know I love, I have faith, I’m afraid. And yet wakefulness is And yet we die repeatedly And yet I believe in soul mate And yet something has changed. Demands from the world I don’t have, A bed, darkness and you. We step …
What is love ? A lifetime spent Of days that pain does fill, That thousand tears can’t content, But asks for tears still. With but a little glance coquet Your soul it knows to tie, That of its spell you can’t forget Until the day you die. Upon your threshold does it stand, In …
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale’s high note is heard; It is the hour — when lover’s vows Seem sweet in every whisper’d word; And gentle winds and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, …
I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is …
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