When the moonlight dances.

Alright. This blog has no topic. None. Nada. So be prepared for random stuff, including pictures without captions, random poems, proverbs and pictures. I shall attempt to write every day. Hopefully. Anyways, I thought I'd write this interesting little poem. It goes (I do believe) like this.

When the moonlight dances

Over silver lakes,

When the water ripples,

Like a thousand snakes,

When magic lurks in hidden places,

When in his cave the dragon paces, 

When the stars are shimmering, shining, gleaming,

Well, of course, you must be dreaming.

Albert Falconer

Cool poem, eh?