Mud and stardust


Every day we should hear at least one little song, read one good poem, see one exquisite picture, and, if possible, speak a few sensible words. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I’m a bit short of sensible words at the moment, except to suggest you listen to A Girl Named Mo, with the band Fly My Pretties, sing Mud and Stardust. Music, poetry and, if you close your eyes, it may conjure up some exquisite mental pictures too.

Lucky is the moon that comes and goes
Many are the reckless who sell their souls
Faultless is the wind, heartless is the cold
Merciless, merciless give me something I can hold
When plenty are the doubts that cloud my mind
Countless are the chalices of lilac wide
Cruel is the taste so bitter to the tongue
Merciless, merciless, time is wasted on the young

Thanks to Debbie at Travel with Intent for this week’s quotation.