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The Magic of Language . . . . . .





Forever Friends

Someone, somewhere is peacefully watching
two seeds haphazardly tossed by a strong wind,
Lightingly landing side by side on soft fertile soil,
growing separate together in a vast, expanding landscape
under the same sun,
under the same moon
clinging to their own roots....
deep, hard, determined, still side by side,
intertwining, growing closer,
sharing the same air, the same wind, the same rain....
Learning to understand,
to comfort,
to give,
to receive,
to love.

The Magic of The Moon

How sweet the moonlight
sleeps upon this bank !
here we will sit, and let
the sounds of music
Creep in our ears.
Soft stillness and the night
Become the touches
of sweet harmony.

Shakespeare

What if I Slept .............

And what if, in your sleep you dreamed?
And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven
and there, plucked a strange and beautiful flower?

And what if, when you awoke,
you had the flower in your hand?"

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Cat and The Moon

THE cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet.
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.

Keats



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