When your face appeared
Over my crumpled life
At first I understood
Only the poverty of what I have
Then its particular light
On woods, on rivers, on the seas
Became my beginning in the coloured world
In which I had not yet had my beginning
I am so frightened, I am so frightened
Of the unexpected sunrise finishing
Of revelations and tears and the excitement finishing
I don't fight it, my love is this fear
I nourish it who can nourish nothing
Love's slipshod watchman
Fear hems me in
I am conscious that these minutes are short
And that the colours in my eyes will vanish
When your face sets
Everyone is a moon,
and has a dark side
which he never shows to anyone.
~~Mark Twain~~
I cleansed the mirror of my heart...
Now it reflects the moon.
~~Renseki~~
Follow Your Inner Moonlight
Don't Hide The Madness
"How could I have known how much it meant for her
to see a patch of blue sky,
to observe the flying seagulls,
or how important that chestnut tree was to her,
when she had never shown an interest in nature before.
But once she felt like a caged bird,
how she longed for it.
Even just the thought of the open air gave her comfort,
but she kept all these feelings to herself."
~~Otto Frank~~
MOON OVER THE PINNACLES
by peaceful wanderer