"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

30 April 2016

Permeate.



Lakes below the mountains
Flow into the sea
Like oils applied to canvas
How they permeate through me

And there's that one particular harbor
Sheltered from the wind
Where the children play on the shore each day
And all are safe within

Most mysterious calling harbour
So far but yet so near
I can see the day when my hair's full gray
And I finally disappear ...

Jimmy Buffett, "One Particular Harbor," featuring Robert Greenidge on the pans ...

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