Sweet Echo

Sweet Echo

Come to me, the night was quiet;
We speak in silence of a dream;
Comes with rounded cheeks and eyes bright and smooth
As the sun in the stream;
Come back in tears,
Memories, hope, love of finished years.

Dreams are sweet, very sweet, sweet-bitter,
If you wake, and they should be Paradise
When the soul of love brimfull respect;
When thirst longing eyes
Watch the door slowly
This opening, in the lease, do not allow more.

However, he came to me in my dreams, I could live
My life still very cold, even to death:
Come back to me in my dreams, I can
Pulse pulse, breathing with the breathing:
Speeches low, lean low
How long, my love, how long ago.

In Summer Afternoon

Languid atmosphere, easy lazy
Created with the breath, the movement of grain
It was not conducted until the sea of gold
Break net whispers in the leg.

Books that I thought was ignored in the standby mode
Hidden think as men;
Or less open to the wind is essential,
Reviews Affrightedly own again.

Off through the haze that dances in the glow
Hot shower Sunday forest
Forest Project Profile
Shut down completely in the shade.

The dream of the day, and I lie quietly
The anchor in the storm, all mental;
There is no vision, looking at the sky,
"As people hear the rain."

Katydids, so that the violence last night
The flight reversed in the delicate balance
In accordance with the blade of wheat were quite confident
If Katie or not "raise the roof.

Twister, sometimes a bird
Keep in mind that all of a sudden the music with the sound,
And yet, chiding attracted echoes,
Drowning in silence, all the more.

Weakly, I heard the sad strain
In some pigeons. . . Why, I was still difficult
My heavy eyelids - not new --
"Crazy!" - I can not - "crazy!" - Zasypaya!

The Drift Of The Ark

As you can see on the island through the Billows of green,
Billows foam on the crest of Blue
Tam Ross, the distance is considered
Half dreaming, eyes again:
Now, shadows, has resigned from the drift
Like weeds in periods jerk;
Now that the white gull, which takes you on the road
The sun shining in your fabric.

However, it is reasonable to avoid the risk of the pilot project --
Of the circuit breakers that whiten and roar;
How little you care, or in the shade or not.
They see those who wish to from the shore!
It seems that the lighthouse, suspended at the reef
For a rock under the Lee,
This prevents the top, as the wind wafted leaf,
Across the Gulf of deserted beach.

So, instead of the drift of the ark jam Sunday
When lives and businesses are located,
Dreamers who examined, while against the waves
You can see the sun or shade;
But, even if the growth of dark shadows,
We trim our broad sail as before,
And take the rudder that governs the bark,
Also, we will see how to apply the coast!

In The Secret Of Your Time

Your soul will find the
'Mid dark thoughts of gray tomb of stone;
No one, the quantity, PRY
In the secret of your time.

Silence, in solitude,
Loneliness, which is not so much
The spirits of the dead, who
In life before thee, are back
In death around you, and its willingness to
Will overshadow you; yet.

The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars do not see
From his throne high in the sky
At the light, as hoped, given the fatal
But his red balls without rays,
For your fatigue is clearly
Fuel and fever
Brackets to you forever.

Today, you are not also prohibit the
Now, visions ne'er disappear;
Your mind, it
Not, as the dew drop from the grass.

The wind, the breath of God, is always
And the fog on the hill
Shade, shadow, but intact
Is a symbol and a sign.
As it depends on trees,
A secret of secrets!

What Matters

I can not open my eyes,
But you're ready to capture
My morning and soul of the victim:
So we must needs this game a day.

My God, what a heart?
Silver or gold, precious stones,
Or Star or rainbow, or a part of
All these things or all of them in one?

My God, what a heart?
You also should'st eye, and Woo,
Iron, which makes all your art
As if you Hasten nothing else to do?

For man the Estate
Amounts (and rich) for you:
He did not create Heaven and earth,
Studies but is not him, who she is.

Teach me your love of knowledge;
That this new light, now I see
May the work and workers show
Then, in a Sun-Beam, I'm going down on you.

I'm Sorry

"Love means
you never have to say
your sorry"
This is a stupid cliche.
It presumes that
people in love
are acmes of perfection.
No one is perfect.
We all belong to
the weakened human race.
Marriage does not
shed human nature.
Because of human limitations
we are prone to foolish mistakes
We all need erasers on pencil.
For human beings
love means one must be ready
and willing at all times to say
I am sorry
I am sorry for my insensitivity
I am sorry for my preoccupation
I am sorry for my absurdities
I am sorry for my contradictions
What makes it so beautiful is
where there is true love
there is ready forgiveness.
If you can say
I am sorry
and I can say
I am sorry,
OUR LOVE has a chance
TO GROW.