Above the Dock
Above the quiet dock in midnight,
Tangled in the tall mast’s corded height,
Hangs the moon. What seemed so far away
Is but a child’s balloon, forgotten after play.
Above the Dock
Above the quiet dock in midnight,
Tangled in the tall mast’s corded height,
Hangs the moon. What seemed so far away
Is but a child’s balloon, forgotten after play.
Seek simplicity and distrust it.
The man who insists on seeing with perfect clearness before he decides, never decides.
I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.