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“It starts in peace and runs through pain and ever back and round again.” The sun that rises shines for you, in all you say and all you do. And if it shines in winter’s cold, there’s wisdom yet in growing old. A moment is a moment is eternity is now is gone is lost is found is waiting and ever more shall be. She bottles the hours, and saves them. See them on the shelves, beside the seashells. “This is for sunshine, this for rain.” Breathe her perfumed hours, the sea spray and foam. I forget the time. *The tide is rising, close to touch.* They walk in mists, and do not see. For all their light, they do not see. “We have our little secrets, sweet.” Distant thunder, and gray clouds. *And the sunset? The moon, for you.* Empty vapors, solid emptiness, a million shining strands. “Midnight is for dreaming.” Scent of hours lost to thought; she breathes and remembers. The rising falling waves sound of empires, cities, and lives… Sweetness of dreaming, another innocence. And in the morning… It shines for you.
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
Sound of Waves
“It starts in peace and runs through pain and ever back and round again.” The sun that rises shines for you, in all you say and all you do. And if it shines in winter’s cold, there’s wisdom yet in growing old. A moment is a moment is eternity is now is gone is lost is found is waiting and ever more shall be. She bottles the hours, and saves them. See them on the shelves, beside the seashells. “This is for sunshine, this for rain.” Breathe her perfumed hours, the sea spray and foam. I forget the time. *The tide is rising, close to touch.* They walk in mists, and do not see. For all their light, they do not see. “We have our little secrets, sweet.” Distant thunder, and gray clouds. *And the sunset? The moon, for you.* Empty vapors, solid emptiness, a million shining strands. “Midnight is for dreaming.” Scent of hours lost to thought; she breathes and remembers. The rising falling waves sound of empires, cities, and lives… Sweetness of dreaming, another innocence. And in the morning… It shines for you.
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geofrey-crow
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
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