"Candy might be sweet, but it's a traveling carnival blowing through town. Pie is home. People always come home."
"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anais Nin
"I feel like love is in the kitchen with a culinary eye. I think he's making something special and I'm smart enough to try" -- Obstacle 2 - Interpol
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Poetry Sunday...Oh wait it's Wednesday..Oh well
I Am in Need of Music
I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling fingertips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!
There is a magic made by melody:
A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool
Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep
To the subaqueous stillness of the sea,
And floats forever in a moon-green pool,
Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep.
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