Riverlynn

“We sat grown quiet at the name of love;
We saw the last embers of daylight die,
And in the trembling blue-green of the sky
A moon, worn as if it had been a shell
Washed by time's waters as they rose and fell
About the stars and broke in days and years.

I had a thought for no one's but your ears:
That you were beautiful, and that I strove
To love you in the old high way of love;
That it had all seemed happy, and yet we'd grown
As weary-hearted as that hollow moon”
― W.B. Yeats, In the Seven Woods: Being Poems Chiefly of the Irish Heroic Age

“Home is where the heart is, home is where the fart is.
Come let us fart in the home.
There is no art in a fart.
Still a fart may not be artless.
Let us fart and artless fart in the home.”
― Ernest Hemingway, 88 Poems

“We save our lives in such unlikely ways.”
― Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders

“I have spread my dreams under your feet.
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
― W.B. Yeats