Sunday, April 7, 2013

other words

Pathways

Understand, I’ll slip quietly 
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale
stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.
I’ll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.
by Rainer Maria Rilke
via this amazing post on A Practical Wedding.

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