A vast blue blanket rolling in the breeze...A wet forest awaiting to grant life...A dark night revealing little of its secrets...and An adventure calling my name
A sky filled with pink rose, lilac purple, soft orange, and blue shallow water streaks...A sun golden against the horizon...A song of birds and yawning children...A signal of hope resonating throughout the Earth
The fog rolled out and the waves beckoned...As the moon's pale light triumphed over light clouds and the dark night...Causing my heart to beat in perfect harmony with the crashing waves and calling wind...A symphony begun I stepped into the water and was welcomed with a salty splash...The ocean was where I belonged...It was my home...Yet the home I know keeps its secrets well...Even as we plunder its depths and destroy its life...My home is still fighting...Because it is still in grave danger
Little shadows, little shadowsDancing on the chamber wall,While I sit beside the hearthstoneWhere the red flames rise and fall.Caps and nightgowns, caps and nightgowns,My three antic shadows wear;And no sound they make in playing,For the six small feet are bare.Dancing gayly, dancing gayly,To and fro all together,Like a family of daisiesBlown about in windy weather;Nimble fairies, nimble fairies,Playing pranks in the warm glow,While I sing the nursery dittiesChildish phantoms love and know.
Believe me, this was true last night,Tho' it is false to-day.-- A.M.F. Robinson.A fair dream to my chamber flew:Such a crowd of folk that stirred,Jested, fluttered; only you,You alone of all that band,Calm and silent, spake no word.Only once you neared my place,And your hand one moment's spaceSought the fingers of my hand;Your eyes flashed to mine; I knewAll was well between us two.On from dream to dream I past,But the first sweet vision castMystic radiance o'er the last.