THE PATHOS OF THINGS

 

 

 

This dream that beats through me forms a sense I drink within

Like the leaves I bathe within, my life gleams within this swim

I’m weightless now

Drifting

Faintly balanced in the air

Things will come and things will go

Of this I am aware

Things will come and things will go, some will die and some live through

The powder of the past coats this tree in pristine blue

In this swim I see the course of passing days and nights gone by

In this swim I see the gift of swimming deep in this one sky

This dream that beats through me keeps me balanced in the air

The pathos of all things keeps me free yet still aware

Aware of time and sadness

Aware of loss and sorrow

Aware of flesh and eyesight and my hopes that crave tomorrow

Heartache, stillness, enjoyment – they are all the same to me

The colors, the contours, the clarity

This fine dream it keeps me free

The pathos of all things keeps me floating in these leaves

Aware of beauty here

And the glowing in these trees

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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