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