As I was reading thru Shakespeare's Sonnets tonight, I stumbled over this one. I think it's real beautiful and it describes in such an artistic kind of way certain moments which you may find yourself in while walking on this earth :)
Time and time again I'm astounded when reading Shakespeare's lines - his mind must have been indescribably bright, sharp but even more imaginative and creative...
love it :)


Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind when body's work's expired;
For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind to see;
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which like a jewel hung in ghastly night
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.
Lo, thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.

(Shakespeare, Sonnet 27)