Full moon

  "Oh, Moon..."

Enough

"We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough."

--Wallace Stevens

Late at night

  

Late at night
I see the stars,
and I remember
how it was
and how it seemed
so real;
and all the while
it was no more
than a feeling,
a whispered prayer,
a long-forgotten dream.

Hide away

Hide away:
I will.
You'll never
find me,
not until

I want you to.
And suddenly,
I do.

"Do I wake or sleep?"

"Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades
Past the near meadows, over the still stream, 
Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades: 
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Fled is that music:--do I wake or sleep?"

--from John Keats' To a Nightingale 

Orbed is the moon

"Orbed is the moon and bright, 
And the stars they glisten, glisten, 
Seeming with bright eyes to listen-
For what listen they?"

--John Keats

Midnight

"There is a budding morrow in midnight."

--John Keats

O Solitude!

"O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell, 
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings: climb with me the steep,--
Nature's observatory--whence the dell,
In flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell, 
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap 
Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell."

--John Keats 

I believe

“I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.”

 

--John Keats

Birds

 
"I realized that If I had to choose, I would rather have birds than airplanes."

-- Charles Lindbergh