Chasing Stars

There is a place
which faeries know
where all the wildflowers grow
and on the hill
and in the breeze
they simply wave and beckon me
"Come Forth" they will
"Step through your sill
Come lay with us
Come hear birds trill"
Yet through that sill
I cannot go
I cannot lay, no
not with the grass in my hair
nor at the wildflowers stare
For I've things to do
people to see
yet the wildflowers
still beckon me.
 
-an original poem.

"In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls."
 
Honore De Balzac

marks the end of a day past and the start to new beginnings

"The mind is a terrible thing to waste."

"And what fate befall mutineers?"

because tonight I'm going to show you
how the night it never never never ends