 At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet. by Plato A Moment to Remember A magic moment I remember: I raised my eyes and you were there. A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that's beautiful and rare. I pray to mute despair and anguish To vain pursuits the world esteems, Long did I near your soothing accents, Long did your features haunt my dreams. Time passed- A rebel storm-blast scattered The reveries that once were mine And I forgot your soothing accents, Your features gracefully divine. In dark days of enforced retirement I gazed upon grey skies above With no ideals to inspire me, No one to cry for, live for, love. Then came a moment of renaissance, I looked up- you again are there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that`s beautiful and rare. Alexander Pushkin LOVE It all started here...  and it never ended.... 
The Latitude of Our Dream *I felt you again in a dream. I wish dreams could come true. I dedicate this to James Joyce's character in A Portrait of The Artist As A Young Man. This is for you, little Stephen. Unfold to my eyes your story of a sweet... more
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