Friday, June 1, 2018


What glows golden in a certain light

Reveals itself to be but river, land and sky

Fading, as earth turns toward another night.

Home again,
I light a lamp to read by:

"Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on and our little life Is rounded with a sleep."

-William Shakespeare From The Tempest-


Mo Crow said...

beautiful dreamer

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

This I dreamed last night..variation there of