Sweet Dreams and Drowsy Charms of Tender Night

Dear B___:

Life’s tapestry is constantly stitching and unstitching. We have our days of wine and roses along with days of bitterness and sorrow. Through it all, our friendship is more than words can expressed. It is beyond wealth, eyesight, space, and time.

Do you know your birthday on 14 August has only 0.27% probability? Therefore, it is very precious. So then, it is my prayer that you go softly all your years in sweet harmony.

Sing songs of motherly love to your children and grandchildren. May their soul chorded and vibrates in your sweetness and calmness. May they always remember and return to the bosom of your care and love on all your birthdays and then some.

In closing, on your birthday celebration today/tomorrow, during your quiet hours of rest, “sweet dreams and drowsy charms of tender night.”

Always,

L'

Until the Angle of Its Saffron Beam

August
 - Yury Zhivago
Boris Paternak
"In the Interlude, Poems 1945-1960"
 
 This was its promise, held to faithfully:
 The early morning sun came in this way
 Until the angle of its saffron beam
 Between the curtains and the sofa lay,
 
 And with its ochre heat it spread across
 The village houses, and the nearby wood,
 Upon my bed and on my dampened pillow
 And to the corner where the bookcase stood.
 
 Then I recalled the reason why my pillow
 Had been so dampened by those tears that fell I'd
 dreamt I saw you coming one by one
 Across the wood to wish me your farewell.
 
 You came in ones and twos, a straggling crowd ;
 Then suddenly someone mentioned a word:
 It was the sixth of August, by Old Style,
 And the Transfiguration of Our Lord.
 
 For from Mount Tabor usually this day
 There comes a light without a flame to shine,
 And autumn draws all eyes upon itself
 As clear and unmistaken as a sign.
 
 But you came forward through the tiny, stripped,
 The pauperly and trembling alder grove,
 Into the graveyard's coppice, russet-red,
 Which, like stamped gingerbread, lay there and glowed.