Friday, 23 October 2015

"I Have Been Here Before"

     A dream, imagination, fantasy, deja vu, our minds can have a field day with thoughts.

 

Sudden Light


 By Dante Gabriel Rossetti


 I have been here before,
 But when or how I cannot tell:
 I know the grass beyond the door,
 The sweet keen smell,
 The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

 You have been mine before,
— How long ago I may not know:
 But just when at that swallow's soar
 Your neck turn'd so,
 Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore.

 Has this been thus before?
 And shall not thus time's eddying flight
 Still with our lives our love restore
 In death's despite,
 And day and night yield one delight once more?


Hope your weekend is filled with imaginative thoughts.