Came across an old song I wrote after an epiphany I had this past November. Forgot all about it, and recently went browsing through old Word documents, and realized that this really was a turning point for me worthy of a second look a few months later. It's a remarkable and humbling thing seeing how much you've grown, and knowing you still have the power to surprise yourself.
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You came in without rhyme or reason
Holding my youth in the palm of your hand
We melted together in the hottest of seasons
And traced our names together in the sand
We didn’t worry with the petty fact
That the sand erases itself each day
We thought as long as we wanted it to
The bond we etched would somehow stay
I never disliked the wind or rain
Nor scorned the high tide of the shore
But as I saw our names fade from nature
I loathed it like never before
What is it I could do, I wondered
To keep what we’d written in tact?
In defiance I went back each night
And scribbled our lines right back
Afterwards as the tide rolled in
The sand was reborn with the morning
And though I never gave up on my duty
You approached me one day without warning
You deflected my gaze from my sandy canvas
And tilted my chin up to the sky
As I saw where the sand is engulfed by the sea
I shook, knowing this meant goodbye
Though it tore my small heart to pieces
To be told that my efforts should cease
I saw there was something inside of you
That needed some steady release
I pondered if that day would ever come
Where you’d need more than me to feel whole
And though it took strength unknown to me
I knew I must relinquish this role
The sand seems so new to me now
As the sunlight rolls in over head
And though I’m still tempted to love you
I see beauty in oceans instead
I spent so much time on the shoreline
That I never got lost on a wave
So though my heart once was aching
Sand no longer makes me its slave
The cold water bites at my toes
But I venture in deeper each day
And I know I’ll teach myself to swim
Until the shoreline I knew fades away
There will be many sunsets to witness
I will swim across so many shores
And though memories never shall leave me
I have faith that I’m meant for much more
My darling, I am no longer yours.
- LAP etc.
Monday, July 20, 2009
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