a new wind blows this summer’s day
I know not where it’s bound
under my breath your name I say
my heart begins to pound
it knows we are connected
as you go so do I
constraints of life must be respected
and I don’t know why
alone I stand, my fingers claw
at things I cannot see
for I am never really sure
of my destiny
Time stills the singing a child holds so dear
And I’m just beginning to hear
Gone are the pathways the child followed home
Gone like the sand and the foam
-Dan Fogelberg
before the claps of thunder
Anchored
time passes, as it must
as every wave must reach the shore
and what was mighty turns to dust
and is gone for evermore
some bear witness to the tide
others turn their backs and hide
but either way it matters not
for in due time we are forgot
and the line that separates us
is oft times much more subtle
though it can inundate us
like a torrent in a puddle
yet the pull of eternity calls
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there’s someone there, other times it’s only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
-Bob Dylan
to ride the tide
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