Louise Scott ~ Mannfred Mann ...Bare Hugg

When divers press too far into that world of underwater light - as never seen -
Translucent hands will beckon, fingers curled, and seaweed's tentacles
Embrace with green that subtly coils in ever tightening grip,
Music of sirens singing in their ears of treasure glinting from a sunken ship,
Spilling from rusty coffers lost for years. Then in that perilous
Moment they must choose between reality and dream, when they may yield to
Bright allurement there and lose all memory of sky, or turn away.
There will be some with secrets wise to keep who came too close to rapture of the deep.

John Keats 1795-1821~ Blind Faith (Steve Winwood 1948- ) ...Sea Of Joy

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us,
And a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing a flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils with the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make 'gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: and such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead; all lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink, pouring unto us from the heaven's brink...

Billy Strayhorn 1915-1967 ...A Flower Is A Lovesome Thing ~ Brad Smith & Anna Fan

A flower is a lovesome thing
A luscious, living, lovesome thing
A daffodil, a rose, no matter where it grows
Is such a lovely lovesome thing
A flower is the heart of spring
That makes the rolling hillsides sing
The gentle winds that blow
Blow gently for they know
A flower is a lovesome thing
Flaming with the breeze
Swaying with the trees
In the silent night
Or in the misty light
Such a miracle
Azaleas drinking pale moonbeams
Gardenias floating through daydreams
Wherever they may grow
No matter where you go

Henry David Thoreau 1817-1862 ~ Mountain (Felix Pappalardi 1939-1983 & Gail Collins Pappalardi 1941- ) ...Nantucket Sleighride

Be not the slave of your own past. Plunge into the sublime seas,
Dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power,
With an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.

Plato 428-328 BC ~ Shelby Lynne 1970- ...Black Light Blue

We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark;
the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.

Rabindranath Tagore 1861-1941 ~ Cat Stevens 1948- ...How Can I Tell You

The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy,
The bird in the air is singing, but Man has in him...
The silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.

Blaise Pascal 1623-1662 ~ T-Bone Walker 1910-1975 ...Stormy Monday ~ Eva Cassidy 1963-1996

The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of.