Still falling

Breathless and on again

Inside today

Beside me today

Around broken in two

'Till you eyes shed

Into dust

Like two strangers

Turning into dust

'Till my hand shook with the way I fear

I could possibly be fading

Or have something more to gain

I could feel myself growing older

I could feel myself under your fate

Under your fate

It was you breathless and tall

I could feel my eyes turning into dust

And two strangers turning into dust

Turning into dust

 “(...) in the evening there is feeling.”

Stein, G. (1874-1946)

“In the morning there is meaning (...) ”

Stein, G. (1874-1946)

 

The sea is calling, and I must go.