1/22/12

Oahu





How we alone of mortals are
Hid under quiet boughs apart,
While our love grows an Indian star,
A meteor of the burning heart,
One with the tide that gleams,
the wings that gleam and dart.

Yeats

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Whistle* Talk about Paradise-It looks like a beautiful place!

Pricing Guide said...

thanks- yes it was a beautiful place! my pictures don't do it justice.