Sunday, April 10, 2011

Every man's memory is his private literature. ~ Aldous Huxley


There will be stars over the place forever;
Though the house we loved and the street we loved are lost,
Every time the earth circles her orbit
On the night the autumn equinox is crossed,
Two stars we knew, poised on the peak of midnight
Will reach their zenith; stillness will be deep;
There will be stars over the place forever,
There will be stars forever, while we sleep.

-- Sara Teasdale

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Rob-bear said...

There will be stars; yes, there will. So what is gone is not lost; it's just that your location is different.