Tuesday, March 19, 2013

finite bees

when most i wink, then do mine eyes best see,
for all the day they view things unrespected;
but when i sleep, in dreams they look on thee,

and darkly bright are bright in dark directed.
then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
how would thy shadow's form form happy show
to the clear day with thy much clearer light,

when unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
how would, i say, mine eyes be blessed made
by looking on thee in the living day,
when in dead night thy fair imperfect shade!

through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
all days are nights to see till i see thee,
and nights bright days when dreams do show me thee.



* listen to what i'm listening to here

*my arms were so sore that i kind of held off on shooting for a couple days to let everything heal and for the swelling to go down.

*my hair is from here


  1. Hello.
    I was wandering around the internet and ended up on your blog.
    I have to say that your words and pictures are really charming.