fleeting
as specter
in mirror
shadow-jumps
from heart to mind
to gut
& back
over
insidious—
reiterates
that which is excised
& hollow long
nameless
by design
in universal tenor
wayfarer wind-song
mills on
& on:
this is where you
belong ...
Love, the remembered song by Fernando Pessoa
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Love, the remembered song,
Return it to me now.
At night, my eyes closed, it has only grown,
Your voice makes my heart long
For all that you vow.
You sing ne...
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4 comments:
If it came on the wind, I would welcome the lift to my kite, wrap the tail around such a phrase and ride gently on the back of it. But it is not said, and I am not sure. I wonder still, especially now, where I belong.
ah Annie ... me too, mostly ... but i thought i heard something yesterday, figuratively speaking, and have been mulling it over ever since ... i can't reconcile what it really means in terms of actions ... but certainly a tug ...
"hearing" anything at all is good Noxy. I have my ear to the ground.
hearing any hooves Annie? let me know if you do ... ha!!
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