“Be kind, he means everything he says”
And you had me at hello
Nights awake texting
“I think only you know”

A deep blue and red
I love purple as dark as night
Put me into wonderland
With only a candle for light

A blow to the head in the morning
Running with you in my dreams
A rush of blood to the cheeks
A notebook bursting at the seams

Evenings in thought
Upon my favorite windowsill
Watching ghosts dance in the courtyard
I possess an iron will

A queen of hearts and Red
A gold chain around my neck
I looked you in the eye
And stood on the first brick step

The red wash of sunset
Somewhere Only We Know
I miss our Little Talks
You Had Me At Hello

Run, run into this danger
Go against the grain
You tell me to keep nothing
Never to refrain

Ignore this evil witch
And the dragon in my basement
A rush of blood to the head
And off away we went.

If wishes were horses then even beggars could ride.

This Painting by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema has been in my mind lately. I am currently reading the Odessy, and with that, now look at the painting in a new light. I'm skeptical to think that if Homer existed, he wrote both the Iliad and the Odessy. The writing styles in them are too different, but the way people must have hung onto the words of those "inspired by the Muse", and the fluidity of the way these poems were read, gives animation to a still picture.