midnight_sun Q Along the line suggested by doggy: From "Nightingales Under the Snow" by Annamarie Schimmel (a prolific writer on Islamic culture) See, I Tried Everything See, I tried everything, went everywhere, But never found a friend as dear as you; I drank from all the fountains, tried the grapes, But never tasted wine as sweet as you. I read a hundred learned manuscripts: In every letter I saw only you. I washed away the letters with my tears; A mirror was the shining page for you. I heard your voice in every rustling breeze: The snow, the grass were lovely veils for you; I dived into the ocean without shore: The lustrous pearls reflected only you. Then came the storm; The garden of my heart Was shiv'ring in the cold, its leaves were shed. There was the desert And the barren cloud, And silence, And the sun at midnight -- you. 000301 ... sabbie and the night, full of magic and wonder called to elana and i and we crept out of the house and across the back lawn, and i remember how proud we were to discover that we were composed of silver and blue and black. mystery and shadow were waltzing dreamily under the trees and we clasped hands as we looked behind us to see our scuffed footprints tracing such a straight line in the frost and as we breathed out our excitement our breath turned to frost and floated gently down and we shouted silently our joy to the stars as we danced under the midnight sun. 010616 ... freakizh like wakeupping in the middle of our dreams, and been confuse about time it's been so long since the first time we hug, it's been so long since we laid down into this bed, it's been so long since i haven't look deep into your eyes time passes as every breath, i can see the sun and day in the window, but here, inside me, feels like an eternal night of sweet forbidden love. 020521 ... CJ The midnight sun what I live for the short days and the long nights under my sun the midnight sun. I rather sleep the day and run through the night. The cool night air quite and listening. Listening to words that will never be said only written in a notebook or only in my mind which will soon be erased with another thought of life under the midnight sun. Times of joy and times of sorrow that slowly slip past me. Just as when the midnight sun sets and a day slips into the darkness. 020522 ... mon uow i'm going to go far up north someday 050415 what's it to you? who go blather from