Recent Entries
Archive
Friends
User Info
Dead winds’ and spent waves’ riot - January 2008
In doubtful dreams of dreams
From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be
That no life lives forever;
That dead men rise up never;
That even the weariest river
Winds somewhere safe to sea.
13th
11:59 pm:
Poppies in October