Grail
SWEET SILENCE
A gentle kiss while holding hands -
The passions of life are nothing more
Than two lovers together upon the sands
Who cannot hear the ocean’s roar
As waves are crashing against the shore.
The waters draw back then return
To claim the footprints they’ve left behind.
The sweetest silence the two discern
Is not the passing away of time
But the loving freedom one kiss can find.
The world belongs to those who have nothing
Diving deeper down into the abyss
I hear your voice - Feel your kiss
Wetter than water upon my cheek
The innocent whisper as you softly speak
Makes its way to my soul and into my heart
Drowning in the depths of the dream as we part
My eyes are closed and numbness claims my soul
As I descend the graveyard of ships without control
Farther - unfathomed by the mind of any man
Is this part of the plan? I do not understand
Why the sea bottom calls me and says I belong
Where the sunken vessels dwell making their home
And I now a neighbor so softly implore
Why your love tore away and would not restore
The faith within me - the understanding we shared
With each crashing wave I felt your cold stare
Now I am silent and unseen by your eyes
A stranger now left searching the skies
Leaving body buried beneath forgotten sand
Is this part of the plan? I do not understand
Why destiny falters and fate takes its course
Like a murderous fiend without any remorse
Stepping onto the shoreline across the beach
The horizon glows scarlet with sun out of reach
Of the hand rising upon a raging wave
Silent goodbye from the abyss of my grave
But spirit departed upon wind in sail
In search of the healer – my very own Holy Grail
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Running barefoot across the sand -
Footprints are left in place.
When the swift ocean tide
Takes it's stride,
They will
Vanish without a trace.
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The world belongs to those who have nothing.
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Copyright © November 2000 Jason S. Moore
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"We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown."
T.S. Eliot (1888–1965). Prufrock and Other Observations.
Tributes
"S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti rispondo.
"...
Dante's "Inferno"
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"If I thought that my reply would be to someone who would ever return to earth, this flame would remain without further movement; but as no one has ever returned alive from this gulf, if what I hear is true, I can answer you with no fear of infamy."
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