i couldn’t decide if i wanted to blog this or not. i am mostly because it’s the only way to insure the stuff doesn’t get lost in a hardware failure or whatnot. i’m ambivalent yet on the matter of completely sieving the blog or of ending the archiving of things. bleh. until i decide, it’s business as usual.
(recording: tideline.mp3)
read on for the words…
you are close to me
like the ocean to the shore
i want to feel you rise
lap against me
like high tide
i cannot help it
it spills over sometimes
splash and spray
too sweet to suffer silence
i do not find it wrong
feelings are what they are
does the shore
take the ocean from the world?
you say to me that you find
the tide somehow wrong
as if in resting upon one shore
it can never meet or touch another
perhaps the shores of the world
are so insistent
what can i say but that
this one is not
one cannot hold the ocean
any more than one might
keep it from the shore
it is natural, organic, and free
ebb when you must
rise when you will
i am the shore
and i remain