Blessing and MM, i remember my family saying this poem to me since as far back as i can remember. I never understood it til i started understanding who i am, and started studying the craft. Isn't is something how a lil old poem like this could have been my familys way of hinting as to my identity and future?!

"Tis the witching hour of night,
Or bed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, glisten,
Seeming with bright eyes to listen
For what listen they?"

John Keats (1795 - 1821)

                                                                                       Have a blessed Day, BB )o(