The intention of these words were to remember Christmases past like every year. They also tried to take some photos from nowadays and to drink a toast to that sane hypocrisy. However, I haven’t been in a good frame of mind these last few days, so I haven’t been able to show my Christmas feeling. And although the purpose of this post was to be cruel about these holidays (everybody is happy and kind), I didn’t give up hope and wanted to believe in Christmas carols. Unfortunately, HIS last day was Christmas day. Connecting the dots and crossing the T’s, a hugely significant date for an extraordinary man, who not only inspired me, but changed my outlook of life.
One day we will be together again.
Daffodils (I wandered lonely as a cloud) by William Wordsworth.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.