I have known you through centuries –
In my dreams I am gently guided;
Times and eras where we have been –
Blessed memories, I stand excited.
What was it, my love, that I once did?
A cell of worry exists through fear;
Perhaps, it is, you misunderstood –
It was for your love, I took that spear.
And here and now you seek me out –
Whirling in emotion brought from there;
Rushes running through our veins –
Pinning these hearts that do so dare.
Wondering, why this time, we have chosen –
Such miles in obstacles to be near;
Your day – My night; Opposite worlds –
Why now, in this time, does this appear?
Not meant to be? I couldn’t believe –
How is it, through all, we have still found;
The hearts that beat only for each other –
The signs, all around us, so profound.
Come hither, my love, as I await –
Or bring me to the nearness we so need;
For centuries, together, we have worked –
Planting this ever blossoming seed.
Beth Layne 2009
Full view here
The Sparrow’s Nest
BEHOLD, within the leafy shade,
Those bright blue eggs together laid!
On me the chance-discovered sight
Gleamed like a vision of delight.
I started—seeming to espy
The home and sheltered bed,
The Sparrow’s dwelling, which, hard by
My Father’ house, in wet or dry
My sister Emmeline and I
She looked at it and seemed to fear it;
Dreading, tho’ wishing, to be near it:
Such heart was in her, being then
A little Prattler among men.
The Blessing of my later year
Was with me when a boy:
She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;
And humble care, and delicate fears;
A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;
And love, and thought, and joy.
Wordless wednesday starts here
MIERCUREA FARA CUVINTE STARTS HERE
Miercurea fara cuvinte starts here
Lacul codrilor albastru
Nufrei galbeni il incarca;
Tresarind in cercuri albe
El cutremura o barca.
Si eu trec de-a lung de maluri,
Parc-ascult si parc-astept
Ea din trestii sa rasara
Si sa-mi cada lin pe piept;
Sa sarim in luntrea mica,
Inginati de glas de ape,
Si sa scap din mina cirma,
Si lopetile sa-mi scape;
Sa plutim cuprinsi de farmec
Sub lumina blindei lune –
Vintu-n trestii lin fosneasca,
Unduioasa apa sune!
Dar nu vine… Singuratic
In zadar suspin si sufar
Linga lacul cel albastru
Incarcat cu flori de nufar.
1876, 1 sept.
THE FOREST POOL…
Upon the forest pool’s deep blue
Golden petalled lilies float;
Circling silver ripples play
Around an ancient rowing-boat.
I pass along the sloping bank,
I pause to listen, lost in dreams
I see Her rise among the reeds,
She stretches out her arms it seems.
And hand-in-hand we leap aboard,
Charmed by the water’s tiny childe;
The rudder strings slip from my grasp,
The oars into the water slide.
To float away wrapped in love
Beneath the kindly summer moon,
While midst the rushes breathes the wind
And endlessly the ripples croon.
But it is dream, she does not come,
And vainly do I moan and weep
Beside the dark blue forest pool
On which gold-petalled lilies sleep
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An American Indian Legend
If anyone desires a wish to come true they must first capture a butterfly and whisper that wish to it.
Since a butterfly can make no sound, the butterfly can not reveal the wish to anyone but the Great Spirit who hears and sees all.
In gratitude for giving the beautiful butterfly its freedom, the Great Spirit always grants the wish.
So, according to legend, by making a wish and giving the butterfly its freedom, the wish will be taken to the heavens and be granted. The following line is often added when the Legend is read prior to releasing butterflies at a wedding:
We have gathered to grant this couple all our best wishes and are about to set these butterflies free in trust that all these wishes will be granted.
Yesterday again a walk in the park……
This is a new or rather old contraption for children here in the park..You climb up and face dive into the sand…seems the logical contribution for children from the city council …dont you just love how childrens safety is a high priority..?? ( being a tad sarcastic here now… )
I was so happy that I found this snake..
A dice snake ..harmless it eats fish,lizards and frogs ..made my day 🙂
Last saturday in a park in Bucharest….
The above photo of the dead dog was taken 3 weeks after I took the first photo of it in the lake of park…now the water is low and it looks quite different and the smell…So much beauty to be found in the parks but also death and horror and ignorance of city council… All though they are building new paths and benches and lights after years and years of neglect, there are more people and children playing there again ..probaly one of the most dangerous parks in Bucharest before….
A walk in the park part 1 is here