Wednesday, December 12, 2007

sunny dream

It had been a strange experience, an odd, uncomfortable, and vapid time, but now it was over. She planned to be wiser and more prepared for her next adventure. A pink dress seemed the best choice.

~ John Burroughs

Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind nor tide nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For Lo! my own shall come to me.

I stay my haste, I make delays--
For what avails this eager pace?
I stand amid the eternal ways
And what is mine shall know my face.

Asleep, awake, by night or day,
The friends I seek are seeking me,
No wind can drive my bark astray
Nor change the tide of destiny.

What matter if I stand alone?
I wait with joy the coming years;
My heart shall reap where it has sown,
And garner up its fruit of tears.

The waters know their own, and draw
The brook that springs in yonder height;
So flows the good with equal law
Unto the soul of pure delight.

The stars come nightly to the sky;
The tidal wave unto the sea;
Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
Can keep my own away from me.


Doug said...

Nice paragraph. Nice poem. We're all molting vicariously through you.

TLP said...

You're pretty in pink.

AP3 said...

Wait, I thought I was on the unrefined blog....

Logophile said...

wide open spaces and a sassy dress, what more could a gal need?

ariel said...

Go girl!

Nessa said...

That pink dress is very sassy.

Cindrarella said...

Love the dress...and I can feel the warmth, which I welcome on this winter day!

Your words are beautiful; at least as beautiful as John's!

The Lazy Iguana said...

Happy last Friday at the warehouse.

I guess.

tsduff said...

Best wishes... loved the poem and pink dress.

Bone said...

For what avails this eager pace?

Indeed.Love that line.