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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