
Journal johndiii's Journal: [Beloved] Chamber Music III 2
As thy gaze rests on the moon, mo chroí, and it watches thee in return...
At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,
Do you hear the night wind and the sighs
Of harps playing unto Love to unclose
The pale gates of sunrise?
When all things repose, do you alone
Awake to hear the sweet harps play
To Love before him on his way,
And the night wind answering in antiphon
Till night is overgone?
Play on, invisible harps, unto Love,
Whose way in heaven is aglow
At that hour when soft lights come and go,
Soft sweet music in the air above
And in the earth below.
-- James Joyce
For thee, Koria.
Mood Track (Score:1)
Is it a kind of dream,
Floating out on the tide,
Following the river of death downstream?
Oh, is it a dream?
There's a fog along the horizon,
A strange glow in the sky.
And nobody seems to know where you go.
And what does it mean?
Oh, is it a dream?
Bright eyes,
Burning like fire.
Bright eyes,
How can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
Bright eyes.
Is it a kind of shadow,
Reaching into the night,
Wandering over the hills unseen?
Or is it a dream?
There'
Re: (Score:2)
I have been praying for her, but especially for you - because you are the one living in grief.
The day will come when you can set down the grief - not forget it, but let it recede - and remember the good of her withou