029/365 (Sailing in Dreams)
"If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable."--Seneca
(5 BC-65 AD)
"Until the End of Time" by Sarah Brightman
Around the world in eighty days, we sailed the Seven Seas
A thousand nights and one, and forty more in fantasy
The prophecy in destiny was falling
Calling
Falling
And calling out to me
And will we find our destination
Within a time of resignation
A night of poetry and motion
At 69, until the end of time
If I were God and ruled the world, I'd spin a wheel of dreams
Of waking in paradise and shadows in between
The prophecy in destiny was falling
Calling
Falling
And calling out to me
And will we find our destination
Within a time of resignation
A night of poetry and motion
At 69, until the end of time
Was there in a moment in madness
And then a momentary sadness
A night of poetry and motion
All at 69, until the end of time
Finally, Blip is back up so here's the song: blip.fm/profile/MistressofMayhem/blip/29258583/Sarah_Brig...
Fun Fact Du Jour: I've been having endless dreams of late...too real from sights and smells to auditory sensations and feeling the touch of textures, people, places, things. It started with one dream in which others beyond me were present. One in particular had their true character come cackling through oozing with dripping sarcasm. They're not my problem albeit I seem to present a problem for them. I'm just going to hold fast to the wisdom shared by my father, "Be mindful of the field you sow, for the crop you yield shall be ten-fold." Or to be more blunt...what goes around, comes around. Sooner or later cracks in the facade of others show through. The bigger question: Was a particular port worth it after all is said and done...even until the end of time? Hmmmmm.
029/365 (Sailing in Dreams)
"If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable."--Seneca
(5 BC-65 AD)
"Until the End of Time" by Sarah Brightman
Around the world in eighty days, we sailed the Seven Seas
A thousand nights and one, and forty more in fantasy
The prophecy in destiny was falling
Calling
Falling
And calling out to me
And will we find our destination
Within a time of resignation
A night of poetry and motion
At 69, until the end of time
If I were God and ruled the world, I'd spin a wheel of dreams
Of waking in paradise and shadows in between
The prophecy in destiny was falling
Calling
Falling
And calling out to me
And will we find our destination
Within a time of resignation
A night of poetry and motion
At 69, until the end of time
Was there in a moment in madness
And then a momentary sadness
A night of poetry and motion
All at 69, until the end of time
Finally, Blip is back up so here's the song: blip.fm/profile/MistressofMayhem/blip/29258583/Sarah_Brig...
Fun Fact Du Jour: I've been having endless dreams of late...too real from sights and smells to auditory sensations and feeling the touch of textures, people, places, things. It started with one dream in which others beyond me were present. One in particular had their true character come cackling through oozing with dripping sarcasm. They're not my problem albeit I seem to present a problem for them. I'm just going to hold fast to the wisdom shared by my father, "Be mindful of the field you sow, for the crop you yield shall be ten-fold." Or to be more blunt...what goes around, comes around. Sooner or later cracks in the facade of others show through. The bigger question: Was a particular port worth it after all is said and done...even until the end of time? Hmmmmm.