Saturday, December 09, 2006

a wee tribute for waiting


i can't draw moons,
or the sea,
or someone swimming in the sea...
but if you look closely, you can see my bum
(under the tahitian moon)
♥

2 Comments:

Blogger Alice said...

~The Cat And The Moon~

The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,

For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?

When two close kindred meet.
What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.

Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils

Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon

His changing eyes.

~William Butler Yeats~

6:07 PM  
Blogger air-ono said...

yeah, but did you see my bum

: )

6:41 PM  

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