Inspire Me, Tell me do
Where would the week be without you?
It would just be another one of the six days, wouldn't it?
That is the sound of the music playing in my head. Tonight.
I want it to cover me with a blanket of your memory
So I can tell you once again
I love you, knowing full well
As always, it will be true
The loveliness of you never escapes me, how can it?
For you are you, this is always true
And I can gaze upon you, always and a day
If I may?
I stopped at the World War ll Memorial on the way home from the Shore House. It is here among the monuments that I can hear some of the greatest speeches that I have ever heard. How can one not be touched when one has the opportunity to hear the thoughts of someone they admire? I need to find one of those once again. I feel so uninspired of late. Inspire me with your words. They never fall upon deaf ears. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me do.
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.