Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
Thoughts based on Taylor Swift's song... that I didn't like. Midnight Rain I was midnight; he was sunshine. He basked in the heat; I wanted rain. He needs certainty. I want that too. But he wanted yesterday, today, and tomorrow to stay the same. I needed change. 24 days was not enough. 24 months was far too much. But in 24 years I'll be dead, long past the pain. He was daylight, making me breakfast. I was midnight, listening to him snore. I was happy. Why did I want more? He was sunshine with a golden heart. I was silver, shadow of the moon. I love him still. Did I leave too soon? © Kåre Enga 2024 (4.september.2024) 16 lines After Taylor Swift's "Midnight Rain" |