Quote of the moment

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

-Wendell Berry: The Peace or the Wild Things

Sep 16, 2009

Memories

Memories
Should be forever
Burned in
Memories forever

The face of one known so long
A friend
So loved
Lives so intertwined
But it fades from your mind
Is lost
Is gone
To that face your eyes grow blind

Memories
Should be forever
Burned in
Memories forever

Voice that soothed your ears at night
Dried tears
Erased fears
Brought peace of lullaby
But that voice is fades from ears
Mere echoes
A whisper
Drowning in the din of too many years

The brush of lover’s gentle caress
So light
Such care
Bringing substance of fantasy
Till left alone with fading thoughts
Of promises
Of dreams
As fate denies loves ecstasy

Memories
Should be forever
Burned in
Memories forever

Eyes that carry their glimpses
Into the soul
Into the heart
Into the hold of pillowed silk
Visions of those eyes slowly dim
Their glow
Their life
Melts as sight clouds of milk

Memories of a future know as fate
Dreams
Hopes
Future written in stone
Crumble to dust and sand
Lost
Before fulfilled
Without even chance to atone.

Memories
Should be forever
Burned in
Memories forever



G - Sept 2009
Posted by Gooseman at 2:29 PM

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