We float, we all float. Great and small, we float. On the water, on the light, on the day, on the night. We float, we are upheld by something that is not ourselves.
But are we drifting? No, not necessarily. We choose which way to go as best we can, while winds and currents push, and can undo whatever plan we made and course we chose.
Be that as it may, until what holds us lets us go into the dark below, we float, we all float.
gorgeous, and i love the sequence!
ReplyDeletethanks dear
Deleteit seemed better this way, even if they were taken in the exact reverse order :O
time goes one way and art the other, sometimes :-D
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ReplyDeleteWe float, we all float.
Great and small, we float.
On the water, on the light,
on the day, on the night.
We float, we are upheld
by something that is not ourselves.
But are we drifting? No,
not necessarily. We choose
which way to go as best we can,
while winds and currents push,
and can undo whatever plan
we made and course we chose.
Be that as it may,
until what holds us lets us go
into the dark below,
we float, we all float.
it puts me in a nostalgic place, somewhere sad too.
Deletereminds me of old times...
<3
i've revised this slightly, but not enough to repost - i think i made it a little lighter. i'll show you all the revisions sometime.
ReplyDeleteok, i trust you, but don't change "my" poems too much! :P
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