Sadness flies on the wings of
the morning,
and out of the heart of
darkness
comes the light.
~ Jean Giraudoux
~
A gratitude had
begun to sing in me.
Was there some
moment dividing song from no song?
When does dewfall
begin?
When does night
fold its arms over our hearts
to cherish
them?
When is
daybreak?
~ Denise
Levertov ~
Photo of
Hilverbeek, The Netherlands from Webshots
Music:
Morning
Has Broken
Bars by
Grapholina, Background by DreamFires
5/1/01
