Song of a distant whale
How far, how far will I travel?
Your long miles mean nothing to me
I am Leviathan.
Your long miles mean nothing to me
I am Leviathan.
I surround the earth.
The cold deep you see is in your soul.
Not these warm tides of love.
You would not choose sea over land,
You chose to leave
I chose to remain.
So jar your brains in your two-legged waltz,
little things.
I have no feet to plant upon the earth.
I live in dreams.
So swim with me, gape in awe
little things.
Remember, and envy,
I chose to remain
You chose to leave.
Written at uni, many years ago.
4 comments:
ooooh, oh.... transporting..... dreaming.... wonder....
Love the clip. I can't believe anyone would want to kill such beautiful creatures. The love of money is the root of a great deal of what's wrong with this world.
I'm going to have to think about your "scribble" --so many layers to dive down through and explore.
Beautiful poetry and video clip Cat! I agree with WOL - you're as mad as a hatter if you want to kill these creatures.
They look so small in that vast ocean, so vulnerable.
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