For the Hopeless Romantics

i carry your heart with me
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i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Haven't figured out how to get this all combined but my point is I am scrapping the summer pics on a lazy Sunday morning here in Sunny Chelan. The snow is finally going bit by bit. Kevin managed to get the Christmas lights down yesterday except the snowflakes in the garden, those will be awhile still.

Sunday Morning...

For Reme: Thoughts in Search of the Secret

from The Keeper of Sheep
Fernando Pessoa

"Hello there, keeper of sheep,
You there, by the roadside,
What does the passing wind tell you?"

"That it is the wind and it passes,
That it has done so before,
And it will do so again.
What does it tell you?"

"A good deal more than that.
It speaks to me of many other things.
Of memories and yearnings
And things that never were."

"You've never listened to the wind.
The wind speaks only of the wind.
What you heard was a lie,
And the lie is in you."