Oasis.

[Namaste]

Tyranny Of Choice -- Elizabeth Garrett

Pick a card, any card
You'll say. I love this trick -
The tease and tyranny of choice -
The dove's tail tender
On your fine and hidden fingers,
And the thumb I'm under.

You know my Queen of Hearts
By the dog-ear on her top-left
Bottom-right corner;
By the voluptuous sad mouth
Which will not smile,
Whichever way you turn her.

 

[Gusty Wind]

Re: two things

There are two things
I never thought
I'd have to hide from you:
my love
and
myself.

And you don't have to hide anymore.

Mamaste. Coz your loves is everywhere...

 

[Namaste]

 

[Gusty Wind]

Good day Sir.

 

[Namaste]

http://www.craiggordon.com/images/Solitude-by-the-sea.jpg

 

[Gusty Wind]

Wow! Haven on Earth.

 

[Namaste]

The winner takes it all -- Abba

I don’t wanna talk
About things we’ve gone through
Though it’s hurting me
Now it’s history
I’ve played all my cards
And that’s what you’ve done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play

The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
That’s her destiny

I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I’d be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules

The gods may throw a dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
It’s simple and it’s plain
Why should I complain.

But tell me does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say
Rules must be obeyed

The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all

I don’t wanna talk
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
You’ve come to shake my hand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence
But you see
The winner takes it all
The winner takes it all.

 

[Namaste]

A Dream Lies Dead -- Dorothy Parker

A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning life for life. Walk not in woe,
But, for a little, let your step be slow.
And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise
With words of hope and spring and tenderer skies.
A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:

Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-
Though white of bloom as it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity-
One little loveliness can be no more;
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!

 

[Namaste]

A Song Of A Young Lady To Her Ancient Lover -- John Wilmot

Ancient Person, for whom I
All the flattering youth defy,
Long be it e'er thou grow old,
Aching, shaking, crazy cold;
But still continue as thou art,
Ancient Person of my heart.

On thy withered lips and dry,
Which like barren furrows lie,
Brooding kisses I will pour,
Shall thy youthful heart restore,
Such kind show'rs in autumn fall,
And a second spring recall;
Nor from thee will ever part,
Ancient Person of my heart.

Thy nobler parts, which but to name
In our sex would be counted shame,
By ages frozen grasp possest,
From their ice shall be released,
And, soothed by my reviving hand,
In former warmth and vigour stand.
All a lover's wish can reach,
For thy joy my love shall teach;
And for thy pleasure shall improve
All that art can add to love.
Yet still I love thee without art,
Ancient Person of my heart.

 

[Namaste]

Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go -- Bob Dylan

I've seen love go by my door
It's never been this close before
Never been so easy or so slow.
Been shooting in the dark too long
When somethin's not right it's wrong
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.

Dragon clouds so high above
I've only known careless love,
It's always hit me from below.
This time around it's more correct
Right on target, so direct,
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.

Purple clover, Queen Anne lace,
Crimson hair across your face,
You could make me cry if you don't know.
Can't remember what I was thinkin' of
You might be spoilin' me too much, love,
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.

Flowers on the hillside, bloomin' crazy,
Crickets talkin' back and forth in rhyme,
Blue river runnin' slow and lazy,
I could stay with you forever
And never realize the time.

Situations have ended sad,
Relationships have all been bad.
Mine've been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud.
But there's no way I can compare
All those scenes to this affair,
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.

Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm doin',
Stayin' far behind without you.
Yer gonna make me wonder what I'm sayin',
Yer gonna make me give myself a good talkin' to.

I'll look for you in old Honolulu,
San Francisco, Ashtabula,
Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know.
But I'll see you in the sky above,
In the tall grass, in the ones I love,
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.

 

[Namaste]

Words, Wide Night -- Carol Ann Duffy

Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.

This is pleasurable.
Or shall I cross that out and say it is sad?
In one of the tenses I am singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

La la la la.

See?

I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills
I would have to cross to reach you.
For I am in love with you
and this is what it is like,
or what it is like in words.

 

[Namaste]

http://www.scrippscol.edu/~dept/photo/www/sadness.JPG

 

[Dumpling]

Hi

G Day to you Spell just came to sit a while and ENJOY the suroundings
VERY,VERY NICE Namaste
---------------> <------- from Ling (Canada)

 

[Gusty Wind]

Re: Words, Wide Night -- Carol Ann Duffy

Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.

This is pleasurable.
Or shall I cross that out and say it is sad?
In one of the tenses I am singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

La la la la.

See?

I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills
I would have to cross to reach you.
For I am in love with you
and this is what it is like,
or what it is like in words.

Beautiful Namaste.

Have A great week end sir.

Alway love your thread.

Gotta read the thread All over Again.

 

[Namaste]

Secret Marriage -- Sting

No earthly church has ever blessed our union
No state has ever granted us permission
No family bond has ever made us two
No company has ever earned commission

No debt was ever paid no dowry to be gained
No treaty over border land or power
No semblance of the world outside remained
To stain the beauty of this nuptial hour

The secret marriage vow is never spoken
The secret marriage can never be broken

No flowers on the alter
No white veil in my hair
No maiden dress to alter
No Bible oath to swear

The secret marriage vow is never spoken
The secret marriage can never be broken

 

[Namaste]

Night Piece -- Alexander Pushkin

I can't sleep, and there's no light,
Mirk all round and restless slumber,
Tickings near me without number,
Monotonous clock measuring night.

O you Fates with old wives' chatter,
Sleepy night so softly swaying,
Life with mouselike pitter-patter,
Why vex me, what are you saying?

Boring whispers what implying?
Do you murmur or complain?
Can't you tell me what you're seeking,
Calling me or prophesying?
Oh for someone to explain
That dark language you are speaking.

 

[Namaste]

The Night -- Alexander Pushkin

My voice that is for you the languid one, and gentle,
Disturbs the velvet of the dark night's mantle,
By my bedside, a candle, my sad guard,
Burns, and my poems ripple and merge in flood --
And run the streams of love, run, full of you alone,
And in the dark, your eyes shine like the precious stones,
And smile to me, and hear I the voice:
My friend, my sweetest friend...
I love... I'm yours...
I'm yours.

 

[Gusty Wind]

Re: The Night -- Alexander Pushkin

My voice that is for you the languid one, and gentle,
Disturbs the velvet of the dark night's mantle,
By my bedside, a candle, my sad guard,
Burns, and my poems ripple and merge in flood --
And run the streams of love, run, full of you alone,
And in the dark, your eyes shine like the precious stones,
And smile to me, and hear I the voice:
My friend, my sweetest friend...
I love... I'm yours...
I'm yours.

Wow! How truth .. Aren't we all are?

 

[Namaste]

Sometimes I think everybody belongs to somebody, whether we - or they - know it or not

 

[Namaste]

Come Away With Me -- Norah Jones

Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song

Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us
With their lies

I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come

Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you

And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me.

 

[Gusty Wind]

Sometimes I think everybody belongs to somebody, whether we - or they - know it or not

Great thread to bump!

 

[Namaste]

Byblis (excerpt) -- Pierre Louys

The moon had risen, red like blood behind the tall, black lines of the pines. Byblis could hardly see it. It seemed to her that a damp veil rested upon her long eyes. An eternal silence slept in the woods.

And there was a great tear which filled the corner of her left eye.

Byblis had never wept. She believed that she was going to die, and sighed, as the divine relief mysteriously assisted her.

The tear extended, trembled, enlarged; then suddenly rolled down her cheek.

Byblis remained motionless, her eyes fixed, before the moon.

And now a swollen tear filled the corner of her right eye. It enlarged like the first, glided upon the lashes, and fell.

Two other tears were born, two burning drops which left moist traces on her cheeks. They reached the corners of her mouth; a delicious bitterness enervated the weary woman.

So, never more would her hand touch the hand of Caunos. Never more would she see the shadowy glow of his regard, his dear head and his fine hair. Never again would they sleep, side by side, enlaced upon the same bed. The forests had forgotten his name.

An outburst of despair dropped her face into her hands; but such an abundance of tears wet her burning cheeks that it seemed to her as though a miraculous spring was carrying away all her sorrows like dead leaves upon the waters of a torrent.

The tears, born gently within her, mounted to her eyes, floated, overflowed, glided in a warm sheet over her cheeks, inundated her narrow breast, fell upon her closed legs. She no longer felt them round, one by one, between her long eyelids; they had become a continuous and gentle stream, an inexhaustible flow, the effusion of an enchanted water.

Meanwhile, awakened by the moonlight, the immortals of the forest hastened up from all sides. The bark of the trees became transparent, revealing the forms of nymphs; and even the shivering naiads, quitting their waters and rocks, were seen in the woods.

They thronged about Byblis, calling to her, frightened by the floods of tears which had traced in the earth a deep, sinuous line which slowly moved toward the plain.

But already Byblis heard nothing more, neither the voices nor the steps nor the night wind. Little by little, her attitude became eternal. Under the flood of tears, her skin had taken the smooth, white tint of marble bathed by the waters. The wind no longer stirred her hair along her arms. She had devolved into pure stone. A shadowy light still lingered for a moment in her vision. Suddenly, this flickered out; but the fresh tears still ran from her eyes.

It is thus that Byblis was changed into a fountain.

 

[Gusty Wind]

[No message]

 

[Namaste]

Thanks, Gusty, that's beautiful

 

[Gusty Wind]

Thanks, Gusty, that's beautiful

http://www.boomspeed.com/hongluobo/art/art9/another_lake_sunset2.jpg

This was couple hours before the moon rise...

Sunset lake.