Saturday 31 August 2013

Yet I cannot tarry longer.

The sea that calls all things unto her calls me, and I must embark.
For to stay, though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mould. Fain would I take with me all that is here. But how shall I?
A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave
it wings. Alone it must seek the ether.
And alone and without his nest shall the eagle fly
across the sun.