dolorous interludes.

The Stolen Child.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Yeats.

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Steal me away, to a world with none such secret human yearnings; passionate pursuits are pointless, passionless loves turn cold. Steal me away to a place where voices aren't heard; only the gales carrying the unspoken echoes of my heart and only the stars reflecting the twinkle in my eyes with every outburst of a spontaneous laugh, or when they glisten with tears. Steal me away into your arms where i will lay forever more by your side, never speaking a word, but understanding all that is left unsaid.

A new day is born, will you be my thief?

posted by voyeur @ 11/12/2005 06:42:00 PM