Bright Eyes

It's way to early to be awake...

But since Chase decided that it was time for us all to get up I figured I would do a little blogging.  I thought that I would share my favorite poem (by Lawrence Ferlinghetti).

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That 'sensual phosphorescence

                                                   my youth delighted in'

    now lies almost behind me

                                                   like a land of dreams

                 wherein an angel

                                           of hot sleep

            dances like a diva

                                         in strange veils

                  thru which desire

                                             looks and cries

And still she dances

                                dances still

       and still she comes

                                     at me

                                               with breathing breasts

            and secret lips

                                   and (ah)

                                               bright eyes