Lyrics, by rawgod
Softly shimmering shining starlit sands
Disappearing diamonds drifting through my hands
Slowly floating feather-like to the shore
Where I shan’t see these same sands evermore
Life is like these minuscule grains of sand
No matter how you try you have to strand
The present in the past and leave it there
And never again create this moment rare
I know all things must pass from now to then
But still I try to keep them even when
They cannot be exactly as they were
My life I have to live now without her
But I can pick up sand another time
Yes I can choose another hill to climb
I can live where’er I choose to dwell
I don’t have to stay here in this hell
The choice is mine I tell myself each night
And maybe one day I’ll forego my plight
Once more for myself I’ll stand up tall
To her again I will refuse to crawl
How the hell did it ever come to this
It started with a single night of bliss
And grew from there to heights I’d never reached
Now like a whale upon this shore I’m beached
If I don’t get up soon I’ll start to die
Why can’t I get myself to even try
The sea is filled with fish I once was told
For now I will remain here in this cold
Perhaps one day I’ll launch my life anew
I’ll fix my hull and find another crew
But when I do I’ll vow before I start
To put a raincoat on my broken heart
Softly shimmering shining starlit sands
Disappearing diamonds drifting through my hands
Slowly floating feather-like to the shore
Where I shan’t these same sands evermore
A New Spirituality 
This is stunning, Jerry! Absolutely glorious tribute to time, change, love and Life! Well done!
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Thank you, Lisa,
I’ve never had any of my poetry described that way before. Now I am the one who is stunned. I’m glad you enjoyed it as you did.
How you been lately?
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A mess, as expected. Lol! But still around. And your poetry is brilliant, so don’t sell it short. I know I have much reading to catch up on, and every recent post of yours is saved with that in mind. But today, like so many others before it, finds me stumbling in the door at 11pm (having been gone since 9am), much too exhausted to give the written word the attention it deserves. Soon, I tell myself… but time will tell.
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Just do what you can, Lisa. I still have a year’s worth of your blog to read. But I refrained from it while you were busy, I did not want to take your attention away from where it had to be. Please let me know when you feel caught up and rested, so I can start asking for explanations, etc. when you are up to it. (☺)
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Will do, dear friend. And thanks for not giving up on me… :D
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I give up on no one, my friend, not even the Dastardly Tyrant-wannabe. But he will take a lot longer to dig himself out of this hole than will even his followers. Meanwhile, you=me=all living beings. And all of us are, or will be, responsible for life when our need is called for. Peace, Lisa.
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Beautiful sentiment full of life-affirming hope. Thank you for that, my friend! And much peace wished for you as well…
P.S. So good to see you writing again! :D
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Thank you, Lisa. I had been worried about you. With all that you are going through I hoped nothing disastrous had happened. I’m glad you are back writing too.
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Nothing disastrous has happened… yet! But the same “threats” keep repeating themselves, and there is nothing I can truly do about them, but keep pretending everything is going to work out ok in the end. So far, so good, so I will have to wait and see. Time reveals much… eventually. Lol!
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Yeah, everything in its own time. Except, this is one “time” I am not sure it is worth waiting for. But hopefully it is.
In my terms, at least you are not dead yet, so that means you can still come out on top. My fingers, toes, and eyes are crossed for you.
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Lol! Thanks! :D
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