Once Upon A December |
Dancing bears,
Painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings,
Once upon a December
Someone holds me,
Safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing ...
Posted by bayacomey on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Reluctance |
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ende...
Posted by bayacomey on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
A Time to Talk |
A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, 'Wh...
Posted by bayacomey on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Sakura Drops |
fell in love, told good-bye
I swear to myself this will be my last heartbreak
even sakura
waves in the wind
and soon will bloom the flower...
summer rain which has just started
fell pa...
Posted by bayacomey on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
The Best Thing In The World? |
What 's the best thing in the world?
June rose-May dew impearled,
Sweet south-wind,that means no rain,
Truth,not cruel to a friend,
Pleasure,not in haste to end.
Beauty,not self-decked and curled...
Posted by bayacomey on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
I carry your heart... |
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear no fate (for you are my ...
Posted by bayacomey on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
The Road Not Taken |
The Road Not Taken
Roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And Sorry I could Not travel both
And be one traveller; Too long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the underg...
Posted by bayacomey on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
First Love |
The last kiss had the cigarette flavor
The bitter and sad scent
Tomorro at this time
Where would you be?
Who would you be thinking of?
You are always gonna be my love
Even if I fall in love ...
Posted by bayacomey on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening |
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little hors...
Posted by bayacomey on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
