"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

14 July 2012

Glorious.

Kent, First Thus, 1930


Sailboats

We're adrift on a sailboat
My love is the sea
Yours is the horizon
Constant and steady

You set my landlocked heart afloat
Lifted my lonesome sails
The tide is out, the moon is high
We're sailing

Darling your love is healing
It makes the bitter sweet
Warms the winter to spring again
Secures the cold's defeat

We're cutting anchor, casting out
Into the glorious deep
The tide is out, the moon is high
We're sailing

When we've succumbed to decrepitude
Still our love will remain in its youth

The tide is out, the moon is high
We're sailing


- Brooke Fraser

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