aurora - into the light

She enchants me, with her soft spoken voice and her hair and her eyes, her clothes, her mannerisms, her words and insights, she is a real human dream, an ethereal soul.

books - words from inkheart

The world was a terrible place, cruel, pitiless, dark as a bad dream. Not a good place to live in. Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness - and love. Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask anything in return, they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.

fear

fear walks with me
with every thought of love
with every hope
it is there.

fear latches on
to my heart
and my feelings
and my dreams
of experiencing a life with another

I see it...
I see it there in my future,
but I hold back.
I sabotage.
I withdraw.
to a place where trust does not exist
to a place where another being
usually cannot reach.

I shake myself
I stare,
and I wait,
for this small girl inside of me to let go
of all the fear
that she thinks is keeping her safe.

to the evening star, william blake

Thou fair-haired angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Smile on our loves; and, while thou drawest the
Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In Timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon,
Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide,
And the lion glares through the dun forest.
The fleeces of our flocks are covered with
Thy scared dew; protect them with thine influence.

olbers' paradox - lawrence ferlinghetti

And I heard the learned astronomer
whose name was Heinrich Olbers
speaking to us across the centuries
about how he observed with naked eye
how in the sky there were
some few stars close up
and the further away he looked
the more of them there were
with infinite numbers of clusters of stars
in myriad Milky Ways and myriad nebulae

So that from this we may deduce
that in the infinite distances
there must be a place
there must be a place
where all is light
and that the light from that high place
where all is light
simply hasn't got here yet
which is why we still have night

But when at last that light arives
when at last it does get here
the part of day we now call Night
will have a white sky
with little black dots in it
little black holes
where once were stars

And then in that symbolic
so poetic place
which will be ours
we'll be our own true shadows
and our own illumination
on a sunset earth

come lie with me and be my love - lawrence ferlinghetti

Come lie with me and be my love
Love lie with me
Lie down with me
Under the cypress tree
In the sweet grasses
Where the wind lieth
Where the wind dieth
As night passes
Come lie with me
All night with me
And have enough of kissing me
And have enough of making love
And let our two selves speak
All night under the cypress tree
Without making love

excerpt // the merry-go-round in the sea, randolph stow

He followed, crunching the big dry leaves. He was thinking of time and change, of how, one morning when he must have been quite small, he had discovered time, lying in the grass with his eyes closed against the sun. He was counting to himself. He counted up to sixty, and thought: That is a minute. Then he thought: It will never be that minute again. It will never be today again. Never.
   He would not , in all his life, make another discovery so shattering.
He thought now: I am six years and two weeks old. I will never be that old again.
   He thought, often, of himself, of who he was, and why. He would repeat to himself his name, until the syllables meant nothing, and all names seemed absurd. He would think: I am Australian, and wonder why. How had he come to be himself, living in this town?

recipe for happiness in khabarovsk or anyplace, by lawrence ferlinghetti

One grand boulevard with trees

with one grand cafe in sun

with strong black coffee in very small cups

One not necessarily very beautiful man or woman who loves you

One fine day.