Ah, moon...

(And so he wrote these words:)

“Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,

The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again:

How oft hereafter rising shall she look

Through this same Garden after me - in vain!”

--Edward Fitzgerald

Dreams

"The dreams of childhood--its airy fables, its graceful, beautiful, humane, impossible adornments of the world beyond: so good to be remembered when outgrown..."*

--Charles Dickens

*(But are they always outgrown?)

Shall we dance?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tO5xwaqU8PQ

Letter

The tears of my heart spill out

as words on paper,

like rivulets forming a stream

of lines without banks.

There is no rhyme or reason

to this letter; there is only

the sense,the distant memory

of the face of a long-lost friend

whose images fades even as

the ink dries on this page.

The long road

"White in the moon the long road lies."

--A. E. Housman

Fairy elves

“Fairy elves,

Whose midnight revels, by a forest side

Or fountain, some belated peasant sees,

Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon

Sits arbitress.”

--John Milton

A sickle moon

A ship, an isle, a sickle moon

With few but with how splendid stars

The mirrors of the sea are strewn

Between their silver bars.”

--James Elroy Flecker

Sweet harmony

“How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank.

Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music

Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night

Become the touches of sweet harmony.”

--William Shakespeare

By moonlight

"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”

--Oscar Wilde

Underneath the Stars

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wajspUPiQ8

Underneath the stars I'll meet you.

Underneath the stars I'll greet you.

There beneath the stars I'll leave you

Before you go of your own free will.

Go gently.

Underneath the stars you met me.

Underneath the stars you left me.

I wonder if the stars regret me.

At least you'll go of your own free will.

Go gently.

Here beneath the stars I'm bending

And here beneath the stars not ending.

Why on earth am I pretending?

I'm here again, the stars befriending;

They come and go of their own free will.

Go gently.

Go gently.


Underneath the stars you met me and

Underneath the stars you left me.

I wonder if the stars regret me.

I'm sure they'd like me if they only met me;

They come and go of their own free will

Go gently.

Go gently.

Go gently.

Song at twilight

How I miss you so!

It's been forever since I've seen you,

but nothing's changed, you know;

except that I am surer

than I ever was before

that every day I miss you

more and more and more...

Crescent moon

A slice of lemon in the night sky...

Sunset

Red at night, sailor's delight...

By moonlight or by candlelight, in the gardens of the night...

here begins my after-hours trail of flowers.

(Watch for me by moonlight...)