She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

it always makes me want to cry.

thursday nights-

the still, humid air

crickets,

my piano,

midnight.

the still, humid air-

i thought i’d left it behind,

but no.

solitude,

quiet,

sleep.

i wish it could be easier

i wish what was right could be easy

i wish i was stronger

i wish you would be strong with me,

for me.