apple pie with cinnamon

The kettle's on
 The sun has gone
   Another day
  She offers me
   Tibetan Tea
  On a flower tray
 She's at the door
She wants to score
  She dearly needs to say
    I loved you a long time ago, you know
    Where the winds own forget-me-nots blow
    But I just couldn't let myself go
    Not knowing what on earth there was to know
     But I wish that I had 'cause I'm feeling so sad
     That I never had one of your children
      From across the room
      Inside a tomb
      A chance has waxed and waned

                The night is young

     Why are we so hung
    In each others' chains ?
      I must take her
      And I must make her
      While the dove's domain
    And feel the juice run as she flies
    Rub my wings under her sighs
    As the flames of eternity rise
    To lick us with the first-born
    Lash of dawn

      Oh really my dear
      I can't see what we fear
      Standing here with ourselves in between us
    And at the door
    We can't see more
    Than just another day
      And without a sound

Park Żeromskiego SJZ

      I turn around
      And I walk away

Trinity evening / Trójca wieczorna 
The Muses / Muzy

Spots of Sunlight on the Terrace
Plamy światła słonecznego na tarasie

La Source / Źródło

Landscape With Green Trees
Krajobraz z zielonych drzew

Maurice Denis 1870 - 1943