Suffer no more

August 23, 2014

Suffer no more!
Oh, where you have lived and what you have lived for!
Mourning can’t be cured with diligence,
nor can you martyr yourself with patience.

Give praise, dear, to your senses.
Try to hear;
the sea has lifted her voices,
and her hymns are just the prelude.

When evening tide rolls in
and that flowing light is again reflected
on her cold blue skin,
we must dive after it.
We must follow the light to its mystery—
our hearts condemn us!
This is our wilderness,
and it is just the prelude.

For the faster we burn,
the brighter we glow.
Take one last breath, dear,
and shine.

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