DOVER BEACH

The sea is calm to-night.

The tide is full, the moon lies fair

Upon the straits; on the French coast the light

Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,

Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.




Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!

Only, from the long line of spray

Listen! you hear the grating roar

Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,

At their return, up the high strand,

Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,

Begin, and cease, and then again begin,

The eternal note of sadness in.

With tremulous cadence slow, and bring






Sophocles long ago




Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow

Of human misery; we

Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

Find also in the sound a thought,






The Sea of Faith




Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore

Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.




But now I only hear

Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,

Retreating, to the breath

Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear

And naked shingles of the world.







Ah, love, let us be true

To one another! for the world, which seems

To lie before us like a land of dreams,

Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

So various, so beautiful, so new,

And we are here as on a darkling plain

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;

Where ignorant armies clash by night.

Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,



 

SUMMER NIGHTS

Those cool summer nights  

 Not a cloud in sight 

catching fire flies 

Lost in /glisten in your eyes

 out under moon lit sky 

Time sure flys bye 

Oh those summer nights 

Blue eyes Rosie red lips 

Velvet fingertips Brown  hair falls  

shadows dancing on the wall

Wrapped  up legs inter twined 

i kiss  your neck  you kiss mine 

all tangled up in skin 

Even though it's sin 

it  feels  so right 

Oh those summer nights 

Sunset faded away 

Night turned to day 

You had to go but I wanted you to stay

but soon that summer had drew to end 

replaying memories of that summer over and over again summer 

without disparity  with out regret a summer  I'll never forget.  

I LOVE A LONELY WINDING ROAD

I love a lonely winding road

That takes me where I cannot see

Until each softly rounded hill

Reveals its landscaped mystery.

Where nature's stage creates the plot,

What ever the scene may be.

I love the crocus call in spring,

The first to wake from winter's sleep.

Translucent bits of ivory joy,

So patient under snow banks deep,

'Til they can lift each star like face

And proudly nature's rhythm keep.

I love the fiery autumn hues,

Too harsh to bear in gentle spring

But welcomed by the strident wind

That makes the mighty pine tree sing,

Freeing the crimson leaves that dance

Like bright birds, high on wing.

I love the wonders of this world,

The secrets nature guards so well

From those who have no time to spend,

Who will not lift the ocean's shell

And listen to the murmured tale

That each one has to tell.