Rayons de Lune

And I’ve never seen a river without dreaming of jumping

But I’ve never seen a staircase without dreaming of falling

Where did the October birds go? I used to watch them from the window When I had eyes to see When I was more like me

Henri Fantin-Latour Basket of Roses, 1885

Hans Heysen A bowl of roses, 1924

“Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree” - Joyce Kilmer, 1914

"هو ، يا ليلُ ، فتاةٌ شَهِدَ الوادي سُرَاها أقبلَ الليلُ عليها فأفاقتْ مُقْلتاها ومَضَتْ تستقبلُ الواديْ بألحانِ أساها ليتَ آفاقَكَ تدري ما تُغنِّي شَفَتاها آهِ يا ليلُ ويا ليتَكَ تَدري ما مُنَاها"

ديوان نازك الملائكة | المجلّد الأوّل

in hope of better days

I like to sit here alone

Did it break your heart or did you see it coming?

At the end of it all, did you get what you wanted? Afraid of the things that you’d do for a life that’s not yours, I don’t think you know what I mean when I say that I’ve been here before.

The Ballad of Reading Gaol | Oscar Wilde

21st February, 2022

“Moon Night” Ivan Aivazovsky, 1885