this is the way it is, then;
pushing away the words that you say
the words that you say make little inroads in the sand
then disappear
as if they were never here
and its all hard water
harder than I can say using any metaphor
getting harder every day
pushing the words away
the words that you say
the little inroads day by day
watching the crumbling of my heart
as if I were some distance away
some day I will be
totally free from pushing the words away
I will have golden oars in my hands then
a boat of pure sapphire;you won't be able to tell me from the water.
I will find Avalon, the silence beyond the seas.
mary angela douglas `10 april 2021
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