Sunday, January 29, 2006

Moon Night

It was as if the sky
Had quietly kissed the earth,
So that she in her shimmer of blossoms
Would dream of nothing but him.

Breezes blew over the field,
Gently the corn ears swayed,
Soft rustles ran through the forest,
So starry and clear was the night.

And my soul spread
Its wings wide
And flew through the peaceful country,
As though it were flying home.

Joseph Von Eichendorff


Blogger Ayn said...

I'm sorta interested in this soft rustle running through the forest ... could I catch him with my butterfly net? Just got out!

4:47 PM  

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