mae'n_hyfryd_heddiw monadh the sun is shining the chill off everything last night this morning i dreamt of fire after rain i dreamed of fire in the cold this morning this morning i was dreaming i've been dreaming my dreams are filled with fire and wild animals bees of honey this forest i live in this world days bleeds into night my eyes taking in beauty feeding dreams of beauty dreams of fire and the sun is shining autumn is always the sun shining and leaves as many colours of sorrow and joy can be displayed to my eyes as i see i can only see what i see dream what i dream the day is lovely she is lovely the sunshine is calling 030913 ... oldephebe what language is that? mae'n hyfryd heddiw - a spare, an unadorned purity to your words - etchings out your essence i can barely contain my wonder at such a facility, the corridors to the souls cathedral are cleared..how can i prune my prose of all the ornate embellisment..but then iguess that wouldn't be me eh? still though..monadh your soul sings so sweetly, right at my heart the words come - the surety of such a song - i'm reminded of something pipedream once wrote about paring down the promenade of vexing verbality... hmmm.. ... 030913 ... pipedream this blather title is so distinctly welsh, it zipped right back to 'how green was my valley'...monadh, you welsh? 030914 ... monadh emmmm Welsh roots, learning Cymraeg/Welsh in those spare moments i can find ;) 030914 what's it to you? who go blather from