The night has a thousand eyes,
And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright day world dies
With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes,
And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies
When the love is done.
By F. W. Bourdillon
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Standing on the highway, Roads leading both ways to somewhere, I stand still and wonder, Where do I belong?
The soothing lullabies of the green mist fairies call. With promises to wrap me in the cool calm fog, Holding me in wet, gentle caresses, lulling the storm within.
The call of the shrill, salt-laden sea sirens, from the sun-baked rocks, Pull me back To join them as they make me one, in the fathomless abyss of wonders unseen.
I lament my fragile being, Born with one heart, not two, Torn between the ebb and flow of waves, And earthy scents in muddy dew.
Both offer me refuge, Cloaking me whole in their embrace, Dust to dust, flesh to flesh and soul to soul.
In this battle between the mind and the heart, The heart but loses steam, Leaving me stranded on a path to nowhere, never to be seen.
My mind has been wrought with depression and all things crappy. This is a result of binge-watching a…
Picture courtesy: Google. Only for representation purpose.
Standing on the highway, Roads leading both ways to somewhere, I stand still and wonder, Where do I belong?
The soothing lullabies of the green mist fairies call. With promises to wrap me in the cool calm fog, Holding me in wet, gentle caresses, lulling the storm within.
The call of the shrill, salt-laden sea sirens, from the sun-baked rocks, Pull me back To join them as they make me one, in the fathomless abyss of wonders unseen.
I lament my fragile being, Born with one heart, not two, Torn between the ebb and flow of waves, And earthy scents in muddy dew.
Both offer me refuge, Cloaking me whole in their embrace, Dust to dust, flesh to flesh and soul to soul.
In this battle between the mind and the heart, The heart but loses steam, Leaving me stranded on a path to nowhere, never to be seen.
My mind has been wrought with depression and all things crappy. This is a result of binge-watching a…
really beautiful---was this made into a 1950's song?
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hey i dont know abt the song...but when i read this..i loved it. its simple yet very profound. so i decided to post it.
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