Tenuous
A single moment, before the call that drew you to the sea
A single fragment of a loss that's buried deep in memory
In stillness, no comfort
In silence, awash in fervent dreams
In stillness, I see you
Returning back to me
A shrouded echo. Resounding waves that fall upon the shore
I feel you moving to a place where I will see you nevermore
A single fragment of a loss that's buried deep in memory
In stillness, no comfort
In silence, awash in fervent dreams
In stillness, I see you
Returning back to me
A shrouded echo. Resounding waves that fall upon the shore
I feel you moving to a place where I will see you nevermore
Sleep Thief
posted by Mix at 12:23 AM
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FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face;
Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high!
Will enjoy the sunset, the pouring in of the flood-tide, the falling back to the sea of the ebb-tide.
I too saw the reflection of the summer sky in the water,
Had my eyes dazzled by the shimmering track of beams,
Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you.
Flow on, river! flow with the flood-tide, and ebb with the ebb-tide!
Frolic on, crested and scallop-edg’d waves!
Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt;
Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd;
Just as you are refresh’d by the gladness of the river and the bright flow, I was refresh’d.
We understand, then, do we not?
What I promis’d without mentioning it, have you not accepted?
You have waited, you always wait.
You furnish your parts toward eternity;
Great or small, you furnish your parts toward the soul.
- Me's remix of Walt Whitman's Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
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