Maybe September / I love again / Maybe a rainbow / Will catch me then.....

 My girl Pearleen (Perlina):

I have come to a still, but not a deep center, 

A point outside the glittering current; 

My eyes stare at the bottom of a river, 

At the irregular stones, iridescent sandgrains, 

My mind moves in more than one place, 

In a country half-land, half-water. 

I am renewed by death, thought of my death, 

The dry scent of a dying garden in September, 

The wind fanning the ash of a low fire. 

What I love is near at hand, 

Always, in earth and air."

-  Theodore Roethke, The Far Field

No pics today.... The weather is like in November, the skies are dark, the world is wet and dirty, all is so sad.... We begin to forget summer days.... Our future seems to be dark and sad too.... :'(

[Verse 1]
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

[Verse 2]
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by
The flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

[Verse 3]
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

[Verse 4]
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops, fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

[Verse 5]
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said:
"The words of the prophets are
Written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence."