"Days of joy, how have ye fled? Joy immortal, are ye dead? Is there nothing that can hold you? Can my limp arms not enfold you? Days of floating on the stream, Softly lapped as in a dream, With the white clouds swimming slowly In an ether pure and holy!" (A. Schaffer in A summer vacation) Wandre (B)
“always bridge to cross
in quiet moments of life
reflect on choices”
(D.A. Holmes in #337 Haiku Crossing Bridges)
“There is a gate through all must pass
We all must pass through it alone.
A gate none can bypass or skip
It is open from time ever.”
(J. Alfred in The gate inevitable)
“When a historic building is left to decay,
A theatre where once, famous names used to play.
Its stage steeped with memories of happier days,
Of concerts, comedians and actors in plays.”
(G.B. Hough in Ode To A Dead Theatre (Morecambe Winter Gardens Uk))