vernal equinoxrecently i opened my eyes from a long hibernationlolling lazily on my raft again floating out from below a blue glacier anticipating warmer waters, and golden skies ecologies and geologies slip by on left and right melt-off propels me into the promise of the delta on a whim, i try to send a thought-wave your way but the shimmering reflections show you will not hear tying off and making fast again i see up in the darkening sky the memory i will never forget the first time i saw the stars the fading rush of the water promises another day seven by seven times i've rolled down this growing river the rapids toss my thoughts and tumble my convictions the times of my failures flood onto the deck yet the enormous cloudless sky above inspires me tying off and making fast again i see up in the darkening sky the memory i will never forget the first time i saw the stars the fading rush of the water promises another day a new day and i still haven't forgotten when you and i shared this stream, laughing, planning our next landfall it seemed eternal, yet it was not, but the memory endures and beaching as the first day closes, reality fades tying off and making fast again i see up in the darkening sky the memory i will never forget the first time i saw the stars the fading rush of the water promises another day exhausted and drifting off to sleep my thoughts review the swells and the rocks and the rapids in my slumber i deny my fear, i dare the river i continue my journey almost effortlessly and through it all i hold tight to the first time i saw the southern cross adrift in the current but still i feel safe knowing i can rely on you tying off and making fast again i see up in the darkening sky the memory i will never forget the first time i saw the stars the fading rush of the water promises another day in the new spring flood i feel a new rush in my veins, i'm back at the helm i'm the navigator, i'm the captain and everything is possible again plying the current and still i feel safe knowing i can rely on you plying the current and still i feel safe knowing i can rely on you plying the current and still i feel safe knowing i can rely on you |
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