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    Footprints in the sands of time

    I was out star-gazing last night, me and Mrs EO, standing out there looking to see if we could spot a few of the Perseids.


    and we did.

    Bright streaks of fire across the sky.

    Stars by Emily Bronte-




    Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
    Restored our Earth to joy,
    Have you departed, every one,
    And left a desert sky?

    All through the night, your glorious eyes
    Were gazing down in mine,
    And, with a full heart's thankful sighs,
    I blessed that watch divine.

    I was at peace, and drank your beams
    As they were life to me;
    And revelled in my changeful dreams,
    Like petrel on the sea.

    Thought followed thought, star followed star
    Through boundless regions on;
    While one sweet influence, near and far,
    Thrilled through, and proved us one!

    Why did the morning dawn to break
    So great, so pure a spell;
    And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek,
    Where your cool radiance fell?

    Blood-red, he rose, and arrow-straight,
    His fierce beams struck my brow;
    The soul of nature sprang, elate,
    But mine sank sad and low.

    My lids closed down, yet through their veil
    I saw him, blazinig, still,
    And steep in gold the misty dale,
    And flash upon the hill.

    I turned me to the pillow, then,
    To call back night, and see
    Your words of solemn light, again,
    Throb with my heart, and me!

    It would not do - the pillow glowed,
    And glowed both roof and floor;
    And birds sang loudly in the wood,
    And fresh winds shook the door;

    The curtains waved, the wakened flies
    Were murmuring round my room,
    Imprisoned there, till I should rise,
    And give them leave to roam.

    O stars, and dreams, and gentle night;
    O night and stars, return!
    And hide me from the hostile light
    That does not warm, but burn;

    That drains the blood of suffering men;
    Drinks tears, instead of dew;
    Let me sleep through his blinding reign,
    And only wake with you!



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    #2
    Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
    That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
    But on earth indifference is the least
    We have to dread from man or beast.

    How should we like it were stars to burn
    With a passion for us we could not return?
    If equal affection cannot be,
    Let the more loving one be me.


    Admirer as I think I am
    Of stars that do not give a damn,
    I cannot, now I see them, say
    I missed one terribly all day.




    WH Auden

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      #3
      I wake up everyday it's a daydream
      Everything in my life isn't what it seems
      I wake up just to go back to sleep
      I act real shallow but I'm in to deep
      And all I care about is sex and violence
      And a heavy bass line is my kind of silence
      Everybody says I got to get a grip
      But I let sanity give me the slip

      Some people think I'm bonkers
      But I just think I'm free
      Man I'm just living my life
      There nothing crazy about me
      Some people pay for thrills but I get mine for free
      Man I'm just living my life
      There nothing crazy about me

      Sir Dizzee Rascal.
      What happens in General, stays in General.
      You know what they say about assumptions!

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        #4
        Originally posted by EternalOptimist View Post
        I was out star-gazing last night, me and Mrs EO, standing out there looking to see if we could spot a few of the Perseids.


        and we did.

        Bright streaks of fire across the sky.

        Stars by Emily Bronte-




        Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
        Restored our Earth to joy,
        Have you departed, every one,
        And left a desert sky?

        All through the night, your glorious eyes
        Were gazing down in mine,
        And, with a full heart's thankful sighs,
        I blessed that watch divine.

        I was at peace, and drank your beams
        As they were life to me;
        And revelled in my changeful dreams,
        Like petrel on the sea.

        Thought followed thought, star followed star
        Through boundless regions on;
        While one sweet influence, near and far,
        Thrilled through, and proved us one!

        Why did the morning dawn to break
        So great, so pure a spell;
        And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek,
        Where your cool radiance fell?

        Blood-red, he rose, and arrow-straight,
        His fierce beams struck my brow;
        The soul of nature sprang, elate,
        But mine sank sad and low.

        My lids closed down, yet through their veil
        I saw him, blazinig, still,
        And steep in gold the misty dale,
        And flash upon the hill.

        I turned me to the pillow, then,
        To call back night, and see
        Your words of solemn light, again,
        Throb with my heart, and me!

        It would not do - the pillow glowed,
        And glowed both roof and floor;
        And birds sang loudly in the wood,
        And fresh winds shook the door;

        The curtains waved, the wakened flies
        Were murmuring round my room,
        Imprisoned there, till I should rise,
        And give them leave to roam.

        O stars, and dreams, and gentle night;
        O night and stars, return!
        And hide me from the hostile light
        That does not warm, but burn;

        That drains the blood of suffering men;
        Drinks tears, instead of dew;
        Let me sleep through his blinding reign,
        And only wake with you!



        Funnily enough I was in the parsonage only yesterday!

        What a sad but amazing family. Old pop Bronte oulived his wife and six children and Charlotte was believed to be preggers when she died aged just 39, for all the world I cannot imagine how wretched that would make you feel.

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          #5
          Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
          How I wonder what you are.
          Up above the world so high,
          Like a diamond in the sky.

          When the blazing sun is gone,
          When he nothing shines upon,
          Then you show your little light,
          Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

          Then the traveller in the dark,
          Thanks you for your tiny spark,
          He could not see which way to go,
          If you did not twinkle so.

          In the dark blue sky you keep,
          And often through my curtains peep,
          For you never shut your eye,
          'Till the sun is in the sky.

          As your bright and tiny spark,
          Lights the traveller in the dark.
          Though I know not what you are,
          Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

          Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
          How I wonder what you are.
          Up above the world so high,
          Like a diamond in the sky.

          Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
          How I wonder what you are.
          How I wonder what you are.
          Keeping calm. Keeping invoicing.

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            #6
            Originally posted by Hawkwind
            Lives of great men all remind us
            We may make our lives sublime
            And departing leave behind us
            Footprints in the sands of time
            Of hewn stones the sacred circle

            Where the wizard sages sat

            Let us try to remember

            All the times where they were at


            So your thoughts, they were expecting

            Assault and battery on the human anatomy,

            Assault and battery on the human anatomy, man


            Lives of great men all remind us

            We may make our lives sublime

            And departing leave behind us

            Footprints in the sands of time
            They don't rite no songs like that no more.

            Last edited by zeitghost; 18 May 2017, 07:35.

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              #7

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