Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Dreams - by Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.


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A HUNTING MORNING By Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Put the saddle on the mare,
For the wet winds blow;
There's winter in the air,
And autumn all below.
For the red leaves are flying
And the red bracken dying,
And the red fox lying
Where the oziers grow.

Put the bridle on the mare,
For my blood runs chill;
And my heart, it is there,
On the heather-tufted hill,
With the gray skies o'er us,
And the long-drawn chorus
Of a running pack before us
From the find to the kill.

Then lead round the mare,
For it's time that we began,
And away with thought and care,
Save to live and be a man,
While the keen air is blowing,
And the huntsman holloing,
And the black mare going
As the black mare can.

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A Moment of Intimacy

I know you are there
I need to see you
I need to look into your eyes
I need to feel your presence beside me
I want to feel the tickle of your whisper in my ear

I want you to accept my complement for what it is
I want to see you eat your food the way you like to eat it when nobody is watching

I dream of touching you, physically, yes - but not just physically
I want to be hugged by you while I am fulfilling you desire to be hugged by me
I want to hear your thoughts and feel your passion
I want all of you while you are wanting all of me

We're not nearly as far away as you might think

C. Daniele