╰☆☆June☆☆╮'s photos with the keyword: twilight

Steampunk model from melissa salvatore @ www.deviantart.com Texture from anorderoffishsticks @ www.deviantart.com Two very different songs for you...♫♫ ♫ The rolling stones - I am waiting youtu.be/ViplM_LogzQ?list=RDViplM_LogzQ

Texture from lenabim anna @ www.flickr.com

Neptune Quay, Ipswich Marina. Taken from hotel balcony

By The Seaside :Twilight , a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea. But in the fisherman's cottage There shines a ruddier light, And a little face at the window Peers out into the night. Close, close it is pressed to the window, As if those childish eyes Were looking into the darkness, To see some form arise. And a woman's waving shadow Is passing to and fro, Now rising to the ceiling, Now bowing and bending low. What tale do the roaring ocean, And the night-wind, bleak and wild, As they beat at the crazy casement, Tell to that little child? And why do the roaring ocean, And the night-wind, wild and bleak, As they beat at the heart of the mother, Drive the color from her cheek?

Clair de lune by Debussy youtu.be/9pmUoBhpRpc ( youtu.be/9pmUoBhpRpc )

.. In The Still Of The Night... a poem by Howard Brace Secure the night from the shadow draw back the sheets from the bed douse the flickering candle there's a pillow of dreams for your head. In the still of the night, in the darkness in the hollowed out space, there within lay your presence of nearness, beside me as the onset of night begins. Where through the night in this haven you're the stars that shine in my sky in peace, there you lay, safe and treasured as the hours until dawn pass by.

By The Seaside :Twilight , a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea. But in the fisherman's cottage There shines a ruddier light, And a little face at the window Peers out into the night. Close, close it is pressed to the window, As if those childish eyes Were looking into the darkness, To see some form arise. And a woman's waving shadow Is passing to and fro, Now rising to the ceiling, Now bowing and bending low. What tale do the roaring ocean, And the night-wind, bleak and wild, As they beat at the crazy casement, Tell to that little child? And why do the roaring ocean, And the night-wind, wild and bleak, As they beat at the heart of the mother, Drive the color from her cheek?

Texture from picmonkey Clair de lune by Debussy youtu.be/9pmUoBhpRpc ( youtu.be/9pmUoBhpRpc )

SOOC Neptune Quay, Ipswich Marina

.. In The Still Of The Night... a poem by Howard Brace Secure the night from the shadow draw back the sheets from the bed douse the flickering candle there's a pillow of dreams for your head. In the still of the night, in the darkness in the hollowed out space, there within lay your presence of nearness, beside me as the onset of night begins. Where through the night in this haven you're the stars that shine in my sky in peace, there you lay, safe and treasured as the hours until dawn pass by.

Neptune Quay, Ipswich Marina Thank you for your visits and comments, have a great week ahead