going on with no end
We are but dust and this is a dust eating world but we are stardust and we blaze the courage of stars and we will go on without end.
Ann Voskamp
All essences of sweetness from the white
Warm day go up in vapor, when the dark
Comes down. Ascends the tune of meadow-lark,
Ascends the noon-time smell of grass, when night
Takes sunlight from the world, and gives it ease.
Mysterious wings have brushed the air; and light
Float all the ghosts of sense and sound and sight;
The silent hive is echoing the bees.
So stir my thoughts at this slow, solemn time.
Now only is there certainty for me
When all the day’s distilled and understood.
Now light meets darkness: now my tendrils climb
In this vast hour, up the living tree,
Where gloom foregathers, and the stern winds brood.
—-
The Vast Hour by Genevieve Taggard
He wore moonlight on his shoulders
shining so casually around him in the highest style
Stars living in his eyes
rarely sleeping even on the brightest of days
there he sat, as tho waiting for me,
on a brilliant green lotus pad
surrounded by pink flowers
as my favorite golden ball
sank into the muddy water
I burst into tears
as I had never been allowed to swim
and had no way of retrieving my most precious memory
given to me from my best friend before she moved away
Then, to my great surprise, he spoke,
with a beautiful voice I had heard in my dreams
so many nights before this encounter
words which would become framed
like a masterpiece in my memory
His words were poetry
His laughter music
as he offered to fetch my ball –
if only I would kiss him first…
Dozens of frogs had offered the same on other such evenings
and then had hopped away
to make the same offer to the next fair lass
to come along with a bouncy ball
the pond was filled with balls of all colors and sizes
patiently waiting for the promise to be fulfilled
And tho I had heard it so many times before,
This time my heart knew it was true
as I bent to kiss his froggy lips
His kiss stole time and my heart
beats were dancing all across the starry milky way
I had waited a lifetime to touch this particular skin
so much smoother and silky than I had thought it would be
I was caught in the brilliant moonglow
unable to look away
as he jumped with little splash or drama
barely causing a ripple in the smooth surface
and soon came swimming back
holding my golden ball in his throat
He deposited it at my feet
then turned to thank me for my trust
‘the gift is great’, he said,
‘you are ready for true love to find you.’
And as I walked away
I knew twas true treasure I had been given
My heart was ready to give and receive what love will bring.
Now I was just waiting for it to find me.
🐸
Amy Lloyd
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
— Ingrid Bergman
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