11 November 2009

Song To Make Me Still

Lower your eyelids
over the water
Join the night
like the trees
you lie under

How many crickets
How many waves
easy after easy
on the one way shore

There are stars
from another view
and a moon
to draw the seaweed through

No one calls the crickets vain
in their time
in their time
no one will call you idle
for dying with the sun

Leonard Cohen
The Spice-Box of Earth 1961

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