(no subject)
I came with empty heart and empty hands
And yet my soul not mine to call my own
A stranger, far from home and all alone -
Odysseus abroad in alien lands.
I bound myself athwart the mast to hear
your siren song, seductive threnody
of that which might have been, or might yet be;
Secured, that I might listen with no fear
Of drowning in it. Was it then so wrong
To hope my bonds might slip, that I might be
Free once again to lose myself to you,
And brave the maelstrom's force; to dive headlong,
to plunge, to fall, to fling myself into
the depths of that tumultuous, ecstatic sea?
13 December 2005
It's a pity none of the people who were in the pub in Liverpool that night have LJs...
And yet my soul not mine to call my own
A stranger, far from home and all alone -
Odysseus abroad in alien lands.
I bound myself athwart the mast to hear
your siren song, seductive threnody
of that which might have been, or might yet be;
Secured, that I might listen with no fear
Of drowning in it. Was it then so wrong
To hope my bonds might slip, that I might be
Free once again to lose myself to you,
And brave the maelstrom's force; to dive headlong,
to plunge, to fall, to fling myself into
the depths of that tumultuous, ecstatic sea?
13 December 2005
It's a pity none of the people who were in the pub in Liverpool that night have LJs...