When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear Time's waste.
Then can I drown an eye,unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since canceled woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight;
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of for-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee,dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.*
The World in Flames
Part Two
Divine Requiem
*William Shakespeare,Sonnet #30
~w|gWaM126
"How Can Mirrors Be Real If Our Eyes Aren't Real?" -Jaden Smith
16-Jan-2009 06:27:20