" For a moment of night we have a glimpse of ourselves and of our world islanded in a stream of stars - pilgrims of mortality, voyaging between horizons across the eternal seas of space and time"
Henry Beston
If I move from this place then the rhyme will be lost
like the dreams when you move from the bed. All the lessons
we’ve learned between slumber and light are the truths, never making
the pages of knowing.
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No I don’t want to turn back the hands of the clock
I don’t wish to be younger than this
I just want to be me, as I am here and now
To enjoy the enjoyable kiss
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The meadow draws in deep
Taking me back with its inhale
I walk as if in sleep
And find me at the water’s edge
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Here in myself I find me lost
As I fragment inside the core
These tiny scatterings of shell
Are spilling out onto the floor
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Here behind these eyes
Lies a labyrinth of thought
Rows upon rows of mind
Dream wistfully away
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