Your shining brown eyes
Your shining brown eyes
Your shining brown eyes
pierce to the depths of my soul
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Your shining brown eyes
pierce to the depths of my soul
carrying me down
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
Schoolbag weighing down
My arms flail in the water
Schoolbag weighing down
My arms flail in the water
the ice cracking jokes
carry me away
to the vision of my birth
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
carry me away
to the vision of my birth
memory of waves
Unquenchable fire
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
Unquenchable fire
burns deeply within the soul
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Unquenchable fire
burns deeply within the soul
scorching ev'ry word **
[**I wrote it as ev'ry to denote that every would be pronounced as such]![]()
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
~Albert Einstein
risks of a fast age
"It is not the rich man you should properly call happy, but him who knows with wisdom how to use the blessings of the gods, to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death, and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland."
- Horace
risks of a fast age
the brook sings to no one now
though its calm might grow