I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart so long.
If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can play together all night.
~Bill Watterson, Calvin & Hobbes
“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” ― Eleanor Roosevelt
Flowers
“They are not long, the days of wine and roses.
Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream.”
― Ernest Dowson
“i am with the roots
of flowers
entwined, entombed
sending up my passionate blossoms
as a flight of rockets
and argument….”
— Charles Bukowski
If I Could Tell You
W H Auden
Time will say nothing but I told you so
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reason why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.
by Al-Tutili
A lion? No: if I
More closely pry
Methinks that I must own
‘Tis but a stone.
Old Leo yonder sits,
So I should say,
And from his mouth he spits
The Milky Way.
“The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What’s that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you’re too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating…
…and you finish off as an orgasm.” — George Carlin
Oh, Call it by some better name
Thomas Moore
Oh, call it by some better name,
For Friendship sounds too cold,
While Love is now a worldly flame,
Whose shrine must be of gold:
And Passion, like the sun at noon,
That burns o’er all he sees,
Awhile as warm will set as soon–
Then call it none of these.
Imagine something purer far,
More free from stain of clay
Than Friendship, Love, or Passion are,
Yet human, still as they:
And if thy lip, for love like this,
No mortal word can frame,
Go, ask of angels what it is,
And call it by that name!
Roses of Saadi
Les roses de Saadi
― Marceline Desbordes-Valmore
I wanted to bring you this morning roses;
J’ai voulu ce matin te rapporter des roses ;
But I was so caught up in my closed belts
Mais j’en avais tant pris dans mes ceintures closes
Tight knots that could not contain them.
Que les noeuds trop serrés n’ont pu les contenir.
The nodes erupted. Roses, flights
Les noeuds ont éclaté. Les roses envolées
In the wind, the sea in all went.
Dans le vent, à la mer s’en sont toutes allées.
They followed the water, never to return;
Elles ont suivi l’eau pour ne plus revenir ;
The wave appeared as red and inflamed.
La vague en a paru rouge et comme enflammée.
Tonight, my dress is still balmy …
Ce soir, ma robe encore en est tout embaumée…
Breathe on me-in the fragrant memory.
Respires-en sur moi l’odorant souvenir.”
Maverick Mist 