Feb 15, 2009 20:50
A BOAT, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July --
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear --
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden gleam --
Life, what is it but a dream?
All at once I feel a sense of impending doom and utter wonder and curiosity at life. I feel the tingle in my stomach and the inklings of my old self returning. The old me is coming back....slowly but surely. Some of my old beliefs about life that had died are coming back into being, I think I can believe ever so slightly that there may be such a thing as happily ever after and love and romance..... and trust. I'll find my way somehow.
meditation,
adrian