The sea speaks of longing
Songs from lost navigators
Echo in the cadence of dreams
Stowed half-known within.
Perhaps the rain has made it so;
Slanting across vague light
Recalling a memory of itself
Having fallen there before.
Desire is that wind somewhere
Blowing the hair from your eyes
Agitating damp leaves away
From a child's tree-house.
Only the dreamless forgo
The pain of things that will never be
As stars give out their grave glitter
In otherwise boundless dark.
Aug 28, 2023
Aug 28, 2023 at 12:49 PM UTC
The sea speaks of longing
Songs from lost navigators
Echo in the cadence of dreams
Stowed half-known within.
Perhaps the rain has made it so;
Slanting across vague light
Recalling a memory of itself
Having fallen there before.
Desire is that wind somewhere
Blowing the hair from your eyes
Agitating damp leaves away
From a child's tree-house.
Only the dreamless forgo
The pain of things that will never be
As stars give out their grave glitter
In otherwise boundless dark.
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