The White Birds
I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee; And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky, has awakened in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
A weariness comes from those dreamers, dew-dabbled, the lily and rose; Ah, dream not of them, my beloved, the flame of the meteor that goes. Or the flame of the blue star lingers hung low in the fall of the dew.
For I would we were changed to white birds on the wandering foam; I and you!
Just a couple of weeks ago I was talking to Shaurie and she shared that poem with me. I wanted to share it with you guys as well!
Lately my brain has been blocked and I don’t know what to post but as soon as I get inspired you guys will be the first ones to know.
P.S.- I made a tumblr. You guys should check it out.