~ ON YOUR SHORE
~
by Enya
Strange how my heart
beats
to find myself upon your shore.
Strange how I still feel
My loss of comfort gone before.
Cool waves wash over
and drift away with dreams of youth
so time is stolen
I cannot hold you long enough.
And so
this is where I should be now
Days and nights falling by
Days and nights
falling by me.
I know of a dream I should be holding
days and nights falling by
Days and nights falling by me.
Soft blue horizons
reach far into my childhood days
as you are rising
to bring me my forgotten ways.
Strange how I falter
to find I'm standing in deep water
strange how my heart beats
to find I'm standing on your shore.
Hope
Emily Dicksonson
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in
the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in
the chillest land
And on the strangest sea,
Yet never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.