Where will we go when the darkness falls
And from green depths the ocean’s voice calls?
Are there safe places in city sprawls?
We could follow the swallow so swift
And hope for a wind, black clouds to lift,
But flight, narrow-winged, is not our gift.
Air and ocean are bound into one,
All are equal beneath the bright sun,
We’re left with our hearts, when all is done.
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Love this. The darkness/fear of the first stanza had me wanting very much to fly away with the swallow.
I’d love to be able to do that too. All we can do is stand and face it though and hope we’re strong enough to bear what happens.
Wow! As always your words paint deep, dark emotions.
Thanks! There are dark times ahead and the thought of what’s coming interferes with the good things.
These are troubling times but we mustn’t forget that there is a core of brilliant light buried within that darkness. Our resilience and capacity for continuing to create beauty in often teeter on a knife edge.
There is. Let’s just hope it isn’t submerged by all the ugly stuff we’re pouring over it.
I agree with Jan – deep and dark emotions (my favorite kind) the very lovely rhythm of this sucked me in as your work always does Jane.
I’m glad you like this. A bit dark and obscure 🙂
Well heck then you must a known I would that has me written all over it!!!!
Figures, I suppose 🙂
It’s dark, but I see hope in the end. Maybe I’m still thinking of the hearts of the helpers and heroes–and love, of course. 🙂
You’re right. That was what I intended. We have our hearts to follow and do what’s right. There’s always hope.
Yes.