2 more poems!

My nightly craft is winged in white;
A dragon of night-dark sea.
Swiftborn, dreambound and rudderless;
Her captain and crew are me.
I sail a hundred sleeping tides
Where no seaman's ever been
And only my white-winged craft and I
Know the marvels we have seen.

Dragonsinger, by Anne McCaffrey

heys, think my blog looks like a place to post poems, hahaz, but i never knew how many poems i come across in a day, and how apt i am to like them, then put them out of my mind. Think i still love sad poems the best though; they seem to touch some part of me, like a resonance through my soul...

here's another one though, no reference to ya, Faith!

The Dead Faith
She made a little shadow-hidden grave
The day Faith died;
Therein she laid it, heard the clod's sick fall,
And smiled aside-
"If less I ask," tear-blind, she mocked, "I may
Be less denied."

She set a rose to blossom in her hair,
The day Faith died-
"Now glad," she said, "and free at last, I go,
And life is wide."
But through long nights she stared into the dark,
And knew she lied.

Fannie Heaslip Lea

I was re-reading this in Midnight Predator and almost felt tears in my eyes, hahas... wonder if my imagination's too crazy, but i could actually see the scene at the graveyard on a white winter's day, complete with the poet and a hatchet and the fresh covered earth. Of course, i find it hard to situate this in our tropical singapore, so i guess it's gonna be in a quiet deserted area in the West.
I find the part about lying to oneself heart-wrenching probably because we do it to ourselves so much that we don't see it anymore- like me telling myself i still have alot of time to study for the coming test, or death on paper, as i always think. I think self-delusion is one of my current moods, wonder where my usual stress over my studies went? Probably lost with the tediousness of coursework, haiz... wonder if i'm going to get killed over my lack of constructive ideas.
Well, still experimenting with the iron filings, hope it'll work out...
Gotta go start on art hist, so that's all for now.

P.s. i relli feel that a blog is essentially talking to myself. Wonder if that's healthy??? hahas