"Brief were my days among you, and briefer still the words I have spoken. And although death may hide me, and the greater silence enfold me, yet again will I seek your understanding.
It was but yesterday we met in a dream. But now our sleep has fled and our dream is over, and it is no longer dawn. The noontide is upon us and our half-waking has turned to to fuller day, and we must part.
If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.
And if our hands should meet in another dream, we shall build another tower in the sky.
Remember in your heart...
A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind..."
It was but yesterday we met in a dream. But now our sleep has fled and our dream is over, and it is no longer dawn. The noontide is upon us and our half-waking has turned to to fuller day, and we must part.
If in the twilight of memory we should meet once more, we shall speak again together and you shall sing to me a deeper song.
And if our hands should meet in another dream, we shall build another tower in the sky.
Remember in your heart...
A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind..."
Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)
May recovery come quickly to the people of Boston.
