The night almost gone
Stealing your darkness
Into the day
Thwarting my heart and its desire
(¸.•´♥ (¸.•´ ♥ She sighs
I like to wander the neighborhood when it is barely light. There are always people strolling about. The seasonal changes are just beginning as some of the flowers begin the process of throwing out their seeds. I try to save some for next year's plantings and some, I just give back to nature, letting them sprout, wherever she plants them.
As I sit upon the trail of life, drifting along.
For the sake of none.
Even the trees are friendly in my neighborhood. I wave good morning back to him. Oh, you know him!! That is my knight, standing tall and guarding my thoughts. Just like always.
Exposing the texture of your thoughts
Thoroughly rough, the scale of which I have never felt before
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.