Mnemosyne-posts - Mnemosyne

We spoke

We spoke of love and cities found,

Of buried gold deep underground,

How rivers sigh, when lost to sea,

Of whisky poured in cups of tea.

We spoke of art in Golden frames,

Of memories lost, forgotten names,

How shooting stars write wishes bright,

And shadows fade into the night.

We spoke of wolves and many things,

Of ticking clocks, and circus swings,

how crying doves fly up above,

But most of all we spoke of love.

- Michael Faudet

And though you're dead and gone, believe me

Your memory will carry on....

Middle of the night or early in the morning? Rain or sunshine? Grey or black? Evening strolls with background music or forgetting time at a club? Black n white or all shades of grey? Love at first sight or pining for a "hey"?

And most importantly, Orlando Bloom in Pirates or in LOTR?

fck zodiac signs i wanna know - hardcover or paperback? top bunk or bottom? podcasts or audiobooks? morning or evening showers?

Death suddenly shook and tossed in sleep, and the dream vanished.

For a brief moment Death had fallen asleep and dreamt of life.

-Nikos Kazantzakis

Kinda want to stand at this edge and scream.

Picture: Bunda Cliffs, Nullarbor, SA, Australia.