The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Monday, December 19, 2011

Can death be asleep when life is but a dream....

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
and scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
and yet we think the greatest pain's to die.

How strange it is that man on earth should roam,
and lead a life of woe, but not forsake
his rugged path; nor dare he view alone
his future doom which is but to awake.
John Keats

Sometimes - we get surprises when we least expect them.  I appreciate & absolutely love all the surprises my babe sends/ gives me.  They may not happen very often but when they do, they leave an imprint.... He knows how much I love poetry.  xox

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