A little cold, but without the dramatic white robe, she settled in for a few quiet weeks as a token of hospitality to her strange guests, planning to resume her storming shortly thereafter.
Tag: Vacation Memories
Late Last Song
The river flows, and one day
It will carry us away –
And so it goes, through seasons,
Far beyond the given day
And it’s not habit, penchant, nor
Our customary stance
That turns us into who we are
It’s chance and circumstance
I do not cross the river
For it’s not my time to go;
I stay here on the banks, withal
My sorrow and my woe
My place is with this moment, and
The reasons there supplied:
I cannot see beyond the banks
Nor glimpse
The other side
To share is human:
That Awareness
You see and feel the ocean
And you realize
That the world is simultaneously
Indifferent to us
And
Cradling us
And that awareness
Points towards
Sanity
