You will find the right words
just you wait and see
they'll be falling from the rooftops
on a blossom covered breeze
and the song you need to hear
will be singing through the trees
are you listening?
don't you see?

you are on the right path
you will realize
that the tears will always leave you
with a brighter pair of eyes
and the pain you've been fighting
is an angel in disguise
it is love and love,
love is wise

There's still time to notice
still time to believe
that a door will at last open
where darkness used to be
and the paradise you long for
is underneath your feet
what are you running for?
where've you been?

throw your heart into the ocean
throw your heart into the sea
you will find all the right words
will come out naturally.

Right Words by Sarah Slean

I would go just to see you, but I cannot go. Nothing makes sense anymore but I guess that is ok.

A glimpse

Just for a moment I fell back in time. It is still a funny little rush.

XLIV

You will know that I do and do not love you
just as life is of two minds,
a word is one wing of silence,
and fire is half made of ice.

I love you just so I can begin to love you,
to begin anew at the infinite
and to be able never to stop loving you:
For these reasons, I do not love you yet.

I do and do not love you as if I held
in my hands the keys to every happiness
and an uncertain, unhappy fate.

My love has two lifetimes to love you.
That's how I can love you when I don't,
and still love you when I do.

Pablo Neruda

Living, we cover vast territories; imagine your life drawn on a map--
a scribble on the town where you grew up,
each bus trip traced between school and home,
or a clean line across the sea to a place you flew once.
Think of the time and things we accumulate,
all the while growing more conscious of losing and leaving.
Aging, our bodies collect wrinkles and scars
for each place the world would not give under our weight.
Our thoughts get laced with strange aches,
sweet as the final chord that hangs in a guitar's blond torso.

Think how a particular ridge of hills from a summer of your childhood grows
in significance, or one hour of light--
late afternoon, say,
when thick sun flings the shadow of Virginia creeper vines
across the wall of a tiny, white room
where a girl makes love for the first time.
Its leaves tremble like small hands against the screen
while she weeps in the arms of her bewildered lover.
She's too young to see that as we gather losses,
we may also grow in love; as in passion,
the body shudders and clutches what it must release.

Julia Spicher Kasdorf from First Gestures

Paean

Apollo the day is almost done
And I have not yet forgotten you.
The fire of daylight shadow’s spread
We are falling to earth like the light
In this last concourse
The flicker on our edges of memory
Where once there was morning
The singer of full day hushes
To greet me once again
I look to you
Travel the circuit of your eye
I was waiting for the darkness
Our inevitable conclusion refrains
The long day passes then stalls
Throwing our colors before us
Unquenched still burning
Even as this day fades

By the Corbyhawk herself.

Very pleasantly surprised

wow today I am in a really crappy mood, things are changing and I am kind of sick of what I am doing.... stuck in a rut so to speak and no way to snap out of it. Thought I would share here, feeling bad bad bad, mostly out of place. I have had some smacks to the ego that have left me not really able to rally. It was a clear direction in work and now it is not. Murky and full of fears, and feelings of general inadequacy. If I could get over the inadequacy I might be able to get somewhere. Need that confidence, the kind that changes the world. Mouse mouse.

The singer sang the final note true
I used to love him
I guess I still do

Marina to paradise

By the rational standards of the programmed life we have been living, our purchase of the island made no sense whatsoever; indeed, our choice was a more spontaneous response than a carefully considered resonable act. Yet it held forth the promise that, at least for two weeks in every year, we would find ourselves at home.

John Keats Of Time and an Island

treading water

Same old halls
same old floors
same old lights
same old chairs
same old rooms
same old everything
new me

"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

-from The Journey by Mary Oliver

Think of me

Think of me
think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye
remember me every so often
promise me you'll try
on that day - that not so distant day
when you are far away and free
If you ever find a moment
spare a thought for me

and though it's clear
Though it was always clear
that this was never meant to be
If you happen to remember
stop and think of me

Think of me think of me waking
silent and resigned
imagine me
trying too hard to put you from my mind
think of me please say you'll think of me
whatever else you choose to do
There never will be a day
when I don't think of you

Andrew Loyd Webber Think Of Me

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