"There wouldn't be a sky full of stars
if we were all meant to wish on the same one."
- Frances Clark
Saturday, July 31, 2010
The auspicious beacon that shall lead,
After long sailing in deep seas,
To quiet havens in June ease.
Thy voice sings like an inland bird
First by the seaworn sailor heard;
And like road sheltered from life's sea
Thine honest heart is unto me.
--Robert Louis Stevenson
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 12:54 AM
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences
And crashing intervals. No summer breeze
Is this, though hot July is at its height,
Gone is her gentler music; with delight
She listens to this booming like the seas,
These elemental, loud necessities
Which call to her to answer their swift might.
Above the tossing trees shines down a star,
Quietly bright; this wild, tumultuous joy
Quickens nor dims its splendour. And my mind,
O Star! is filled with your white light, from far,
So suffer me this one night to enjoy
The freedom of the onward sweeping wind.
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 10:43 PM
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
and I am left to wonder
why it all turned out this way.
I find no answers, only questions,
as I gaze up at the sky, remembering.
You were real, and you were warm;
your arms were my safe harbor.
Then I turned and you were gone
though you never said goodbye.
The silence echoes still; the night is trembling.
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 10:56 PM