Flier

This is all a fleeting dream,
  For my illusion given;
But the smiles of joy, like the flame on glory’s wing,
As love, and hope, and beauty’s bloom,
  Are blossoms for you, for you and me.
 
Poor wanderers were driven,
  For fancy’s flash to light;
But the tears of woe, in my heart, in my soul,
As the reason for fading hues of even,
  Are wishes for you, for you and me.
 
Hope is a thing with feathers,
  For songs without the words, at all;
But sweetest sayings, like the poems of Shelley’s ,
As my heart, in the shadow of your eyes,
  Are prayers for you, for you and me.

A new blog of mine

I was invited by my best friend to use this blog and I love it from the bottom of my feart.