But not luck brought us here. By design clear air and cold wind polish the river lights, by design we are to live now in a new place. — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
I keep some portion of my early gleam; Brokenly bright, like moonbeams on a river, It lights my life, a far illusive dream, Moves as I move, and leads me on forever. — John Townsend Trowbridge Copy Share Image
