Of Endless Letting Go

But then it drifts away

Like ducks, past outstretched piers

A flicker ‘mongst the reeds or waves

Before it disappears

A mourning-tempo bends

The reaches of her soul

She cannot clasp what living lends

And time cannot console

The hour breaks in two

Morning slips into noon

Mist-mantled seas don eyes of blue

Ere evening comes too soon

Still, she craves to endure

This aching ebb and flow

Where life unfolds the sweet allure

Of endless letting go

© Janet Martin

...back home and going through the usual withdrawal symptoms;)

The tenure of this song sort of speaks my mindset right now...coming home to acquaint ourselves with the latest horror-headlines; no one can hide away on an island, completely unscathed and unaccountable, yet the sweetness of those 'get-away' echoes spurs us on.