"...to enclose the present moment; to make it stay; to fill it fuller and fuller, with the past, the present and the future, until it shone, whole, bright, deep with understanding."

Virgina Woolf, The Years


The Nightingale Doth Sing VII - Innocence

Some kind of innocence is measured out in you.
- Hey Bulldog, The Beatles

There is a thread
subtler than silk
subtler than memory
or longing
or hope

There is a thread
thin as a spider's web
pearled with dew
Just as beautiful
Just as strong

and sunlight
dance on it
showing something dormant
something that cannot be dead
since it's never been quite born

There is a thread
If I follow it
it can almost take me back
to who you were

If I follow it
I can almost become
who I never was

Who we were
Who we never were

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