Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.
-- Sara Teasdale
In all your forms
You're with us Wolf
From small, to great, to
Large enough,
But in your heart
I hear the growl
To have your freedom
On the prowl.
Our lessons taught
You swift obey
Why? O Wolf? With us
You stay...
Content to serve
As our allies
You give your life
With willing eyes...
I admire your strength
To bow to me
To not betray your
Wild heart free
Slow you've taken
Off your crown
And loved the hand
That holds you down.
Yet in your eyes, your soul's
The same
What once you were, you will
Remain.
-- Nixiefay
Your words alone spoke silent song
An echo of minds
In soundless flight
With hands we saw through distance long
Through eyes that were blind
I knew your sight.
Somewhere you are though I can't see
Your wings still beating
In time with me
Though I see you do you see me?
Or am I dreaming
Too carelessly.
Somehow we soared to heights diverged
While life weaves a spell
Like spider's lace
I dream at nights of paths converged
And quietly long
To touch your face.
-- Nixiefay
We sit surrounded by the stars
And twinkle wonder how they are
What myriads are to us revealed
Such dazzling flow'rs emblaze this field!
Our eyes heavenward raised alone
The mariner's only guide to home
Our bearings in their midst we've searched
Until through darkness shore is reached
The mind ascends black heights unsure
To pinpoint lights which us allure;
Brilliant death awaits to end
Their fleeting lives as time descends
When last you've seen the world entire
Do not you long to spark its fire?
Instead you huddle trembling child
And weep for dreams that they beguiled
Oh torturer of souls sublime
Why must you rend this cloth of time?
To clothe our loneliness profound
Your cold indifferent flames abound
-- Nixiefay
