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when the black pebbles crept into the crevices of my shoes and pulled me deeper into the earth I felt connected - like I feel with you; i wanted to pick the flowers and give them to you but they’d never make it back across the sea of anxiety I skid across until my arms are wrapped around you and I know you’re mine. There I sunk into the sand, out of luck, dreaming of love, sick with it to the bone- infected, **** it- and thinking of you, I stopped and listened to the sound of glassy waves shattering cold against shifting mossy rockfaces. I thought of the way you make my blood rush like the windblown waves; how my heart is full of the changing colours of our souls like the water transforms deep to shallow, light to dark to light again... until the cool silence arrives, sweet music of a babbling beachfront historic bedrock and the wreck of the edmund fitzgerald hidden beneath in shallow graves; ten thousand souls over a century, I can hear them all telling me “this is the place. this is right.” where I wanna be she may be and I could be wrong but my heart steers me and I can’t stop smiling so here I root to begin my new life at the edge of the world.
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Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 4:18 PM UTC
the emigration
He sings the ghosts, Gives them voice, Their memories, Living in song and verse, Their pain, Their joy, Their life now gone, Each moments, Sang but unsung, Spoken but left silent, Like a wind, Blowing, Forming, A wind through hearts and souls, Not felt with skin but hearts, Each whisper, Raised in song, Beyond the words, Beyond the notes, Rising, Living, Heard yet silent, Voices long lost, Quieted, Silenced, But he hears, He sings, And we feel the wind, The silent stories, The lives unknown, Past but not so lost, Bells more felt than heard, Ringing in our souls, In harmony, In melody, In dissonance, Woven in music, Unheard with heard, Unsung with sung, Unknown with known, A whisper in the soul, The bells, Ringing in the wind, The wind called forth, Ghost wind, Long lost, But never forgotten, He sings the ghosts. ~He Sings the Ghosts, an ode to Gordon Lightfoot by Bethany Davis, April 3, 2016
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC
He Sings the Ghosts, an ode to Gordon Lightfoot