Winter uses all the blues there are.
One shade of blue for water, one for ice,
Another blue for shadows over snow.
The clear or cloudy sky uses blue twice-
Both different blues. And hills row after row
Are colored blue according to how far.
You know the bluejay’s double-blur device
Shows best when there are no green leaves to show.
And Sirius is a winterbluegreen star.
by Robert Francis
Rose silk clouds,
deep, lenghening shadows
Evening falls
Liquid rose petal glow,
lapping, whispering,
distant echoes of faraway shores.
Drifting. foot-loose,
a vessel awaits,
adventures abound
Evening falls
…. stirring a dream.
A dreamy, wistful Huckleberry Finn moment today as we crossed the bridge on our way home.
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me that you’ll give fate a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they’re worth taking
Lovin’ might be a mistake
But it’s worth making
Don’t let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their years and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)
I hope you dance,
I hope you dance
Ronan Keating
Sometimes, when life seems a little too grey and the climb a little too hard -we need a little reminder, we only get the one life – don’t let it pass by – live it!.
I love this song.
Have a wonderful, dancing,
Happy New Year!
It’s Dark in Here
I am writing these poems
From inside a lion,
And it’s rather dark in here.
So please excuse the handwriting
Which may not be too clear.
But this afternoon by the lion’s cage
I’m afraid I got too near.
And I’m writing these lines
From inside a lion,
And it’s quite dark in here.
Shel Silverstien
From: ‘Where the Sidewalk Ends’
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Delicious autumn!
My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird
I would fly about the earth
seeking the successive autumns.
~George Eliot
I caught the moon in a magic pool
And held moonbeams in my hand;
I sprinkled the trees with starlight
And entered a faerie land.
I rode a white stallion upon a crested sea
And left footprints in silver sand.
I dreamt that you were by my side
I dreamt you held my hand.
The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth’s shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
from ‘Dover Beach’
Matthew Arnold
Dreaming permits each and everyone of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.
William Dement
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If there were dreams to sell,
What would you buy?
Some cost a passing bell;
Some a light sigh,
That shakes from Life’s fresh crown
Only a rose-leaf down.
If there were dreams to sell,
Merry and sad to tell,
And the crier rung the bell,
What would you buy?
– Thomas Lovell Beddoes, Dream-Pedlary
