~tasha~
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It`s real lonely out on this limb It`s real lonely not being able to help him It`s real lonely watching him go through this It`s real lonely knowing he really cares It`s real lonely not being able to hold him It`s real lonely knowing I love him so It`s real lonely out on this limb but maybe someday, He can take me off this lonely limb.
~tasha~
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Thought of You
I thought of you and how you love this beauty, And walking up the long beach all alone I heard the waves breaking in measured thunder As you and I once heard their monotone.
Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me The cold and sparkling silver of the sea -- We two will pass through death and ages lengthen Before you hear that sound again with me.
~tasha~
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The Unchanging
Sun-swept beaches with a light wind blowing From the immense blue circle of the sea, And the soft thunder where long waves whiten -- These were the same for Sappho as for me.
Two thousand years -- much has gone by forever, Change takes the gods and ships and speech of men -- But here on the beaches that time passes over The heart aches now as then.
~tasha~
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In A Garden
The world is resting without sound or motion, Behind the apple tree the sun goes down Painting with fire the spires and the windows In the elm-shaded town.
Beyond the calm Connecticut the hills lie Silvered with haze as fruits still fresh with bloom, The swallows weave in flight across the zenith On an aerial loom.
Into the garden peace comes back with twilight, Peace that since noon had left the purple phlox, The heavy-headed asters, the late roses And swaying hollyhocks.
For at high-noon I heard from this same garden The far-off murmur as when many come; Up from the village surged the blind and beating Red music of a drum;
And the hysterical sharp fife that shattered The brittle autumn air, While they came, the young men marching Past the village square. . . .
Across the calm Connecticut the hills change To violet, the veils of dusk are deep -- Earth takes her children's many sorrows calmly And stills herself to sleep.
~tasha~
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A Little While
A little while when I am gone My life will live in music after me, As spun foam lifted and borne on After the wave is lost in the full sea.
A while these nights and days will burn In song with the bright frailty of foam, Living in light before they turn Back to the nothingness that is their home.
after 2 years
