There is little so beautiful
As the sound of sacrosanct silence
A freedom in the stillness of isolation
And the quiet of (dis)connection
So let's pause here forever
Until the ivy winds round our feet
And grounds us in this endless moment
Then we can grow old simply surveying
As the world spins without us
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 5:25 PM UTC
There is little so beautiful
As the sound of sacrosanct silence
A freedom in the stillness of isolation
And the quiet of (dis)connection
So let's pause here forever
Until the ivy winds round our feet
And grounds us in this endless moment
Then we can grow old simply surveying
As the world spins without us
Inspiration from Taylor Swift, 'The Lakes'
