Twilight In My Sky At Twilight In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud And your form and colour are the way I love them. You are mine, mine, lover with sweet lips And in your life my inifinite dreams live. The lamp of my soul dyes your feet, My sour wine is sweeter on your lips, Oh reaper of my evening song, How solitary dreams believe you to be mine! You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon's Wind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice. Hunter of the depths of my eyes, your plunder Stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water. You are taken in the net of my music, my love, And my nets of music are wide as the sky. My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning. In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins. Rabindranath Tagore From "The Gardener" For Ray "Time After Time" Peaches and Herb Tools I Used To Create This Page A million "Thank Yous!!" to David Griffiths For giving us moving water! SMOOCH! Thank you all for visiting and come back real soon! :) Photography, Graphics and Page Design By Free JavaScripts provided by The JavaScript Source