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Worlds... they lie outside
These needs.... drive inside
Inside unwinding time
Inside the falling signs
Amid the myths from our minds;
They strangely rhyme
So deeply fine...
Red leaves and broken trees
In Autumn by the Serpentine...
Trying.....to find the wine
Trying.....to leave behind
Some truth of being, feeling fine
Before our lack of time
Blinds our access to the wine.
.
Autumn... feels like clear wine
Autumn... breathes with such clear wine.
.
It's all changing
You can feel the raining
And the leaves are dark...
The ground is drowned
With the shattered bark
And Pan plays still and frozen
In the dampened park...
A shadow in the shadows
In the silence before dawn.
.
If only there was time
For you all and all these dreams we keep inside
So much that is denied
Though we should never hide
Trying... to reach the wine
Trying... to leave behind
This truth of being, feeling fine
Before our lack of time
Here blinds our access to the wine.
.
Autumn... feels like clear wine
This fall... breathes with such clear wine.
.
Worlds... they lie outside
These needs... drive inside
There is only you and I now
Flickering with the firelight figurines
Aching, with an ember-shine
So deeply fine...
From being true and feeling deep
Inside unwinding time
Inside our falling signs
Inside the clear wine
That shines in autumn.
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.
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to hear related song, search Embertime on choon.co
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Gathered on This Beach: Poems & Perspectives for a Converging World
Poetrya student's writings, inspired by nature and science, and accumulated throughout the early days of the Internet, these writings explore expectations for the expressive 'convergence' to come. (revised edition 2014, with some alterations) ALT. BLURB: ...
