All Rivers Flow To The Sea

The rain

Here and now
Or now and here
Can’t deminish the pain
With words in their ears

It’s never good enough
There’s always something in the way
The dark cloud on the horizon
Spoiling the summers day

And when the rain comes
It drenches all around
Mixing with tears
As it pours over ground.

And it flows into rivers
All through the land
As trickles through their fingers
And out stretched hands

it reaches the ocean
Oh the mighty sorrow sea!
And it mixes with the other tears
And the land is pain free.

MB
Words for Elysium 2016 ©

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The rain

Here and now
Or now and here
Can’t deminish the pain
With words in their ears

It’s never good enough
There’s always something in the way
The dark cloud on the horizon
Spoiling the summers day

And when the rain comes
It drenches all around
Mixing with tears
As it pours over ground.

And it flows into rivers
All through the land
As trickles through their fingers
And out stretched hands

it reaches the ocean
Oh the mighty sorrow sea!
And it mixes with the other tears
And the land is pain free.

MB
Words for Elysium 2016 ©

http://maddoc1664.tumblr.com/

The rain

Here and now
Or now and here
Can’t deminish the pain
With words in their ears

It’s never good enough
There’s always something in the way
The dark cloud on the horizon
Spoiling the summers day

And when the rain comes
It drenches all around
Mixing with tears
As it pours over ground.

And it flows into rivers
All through the land
As trickles through their fingers
And out stretched hands

it reaches the ocean
Oh the mighty sorrow sea!
And it mixes with the other tears
And the land is pain free.

MB
Words for Elysium 2016 ©

http://maddoc1664.tumblr.com/

You are most powerful when you are most silent. People never expect silence. They expect words, motion, defense, offense, back and forth. They expect to leap into the fray. They are ready, fists up, words hanging, leaping from their mouths. Silence? No.
—  Alison McGhee, All Rivers Flow to the Sea
Love, being in love, isn’t a constant thing. It doesn’t always flow at the same strength. It’s not always like a river in flood. It’s more like the sea. It has tides, it ebbs and flows. The thing is, when love is real, whether it’s ebbing or flowing, it’s always there, it never goes away. And that’s the only proof you can have that it is real, and not just a crush or an infatuation or a passing fancy.
—  Aidan Chambers, This is All: The Pillow Book of Cordelia Kenn