Each day passes,like the day before,today becomes tomorrow becomes yesterday,and the dreams of youth, like seeds cast upon a barren field,with age,become dust. Each day passes,like a blown autumn leaf before the winters breath,held carelessly,then gone.The nights are fraught with infinite promise,yet are unrevealing of intent,like a closed book to a blind man,time moves,each … [Read more...] about Within The Spaces, By: Reid Moule
Art On Paper, By: Mary Bone
Art on papercatches the eye.Order and chaos,with diverse textures-a balancing act. … [Read more...] about Art On Paper, By: Mary Bone
Retirement, By: William Wordsworth
If the whole weight of what we think and feel,Save only far as thought and feeling blendWith action, were as nothing, patriot Friend!From thy remonstrance would be no appeal;But to promote and fortify the wealOf our own Being is her paramount end;A truth which they alone shall comprehendWho shun the mischief which they cannot heal.Peace in these feverish times is sovereign … [Read more...] about Retirement, By: William Wordsworth
Rest And Be Thankful! – At The Head Of Glencroe, By: William Wordsworth
Doubling and doubling with laborious walk,Who, that has gained at length the wished-for Height,This brief this simple wayside Call can slight,And rests not thankful? Whether cheered by talkWith some loved friend, or by the unseen hawkWhistling to clouds and sky-born streams that shine,At the sun's outbreak, as with light divine,Ere they descend to nourish root and stalkOf … [Read more...] about Rest And Be Thankful! – At The Head Of Glencroe, By: William Wordsworth
Talking To An Angel, By: Chris Brown
If I look up into the sky, what will I see?There’’d be but an angel, looking down upon thee.And if I told her that I love her, what would she say?Be kind to each other, and love every day.And if my tears begin to flow?I’ll be there beside you, so you can let go. … [Read more...] about Talking To An Angel, By: Chris Brown




