I am on fire, I am burning bright
I am haloed softly by the sweet decay of light.
I am breathing memory, I am laying stone
I am beside the world tonight, and I am on my own.
I am blowing dust and feathers, I am carving dreams
I am lost in mindless wonder, I am tattered at the seams.
I am blinking in the twilight, I am flying free
I am yours and I am mine and together we shall be.
Unknown
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
Edgar Allan Poe
No mortal thing enthralled these longing eyes
When perfect peace in thy fair face I found;
But far within, where all is holy ground,
My soul felt Love, her comrade of the skies:
For she was born with God in Paradise;
Nor all the shows of beauty shed around
This fair false world her wings to earth have bound:
Unto the Love of Loves aloft she flies.
Nay, things that suffer death, quench not the fire
Of deathless spirits; nor eternity
Serves sordid Time, that withers all things rare.
Not love but lawless impulse is desire:
That slays the soul; our love makes still more fair
Our friends on earth, fairer in death on high.
by Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564)
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