Nights like these I long and grasp,
I have memories and aspirations they come then collapse.
I struggle against my own conscious being,
I can’t quite say just what for.
The journey’s a troubling tale,
This cycle seems worst than the last.
Though I have those I love walking strong by my side,
I am scared by these woods and brave on despite myself for myself.
My pillow wants to comfort me but only my head can give me salvation.
Outlooks over cliffs, long windy approaches towards horizons, there’s hope for the hopeless.
An excerpt from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “My Lost Youth”:
I remember the gleams and glooms that dart
Across the school-boy’s brain;
The song and the silence in the heart,
That in part are prophecies, and in part
Are longings wild and vain.
And the voice of that fitful song
Sings on, and is never still:
“A boy’s will is the wind’s will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.”
There are things of which I may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,
And bring a pallor into the cheek,
And a mist before the eye.
And the words of that fatal song
Come over me like a chill:
“A boy’s will is the wind’s will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.”
Strange to me now are the forms I meet
When I visit the dear old town;
But the native air is pure and sweet,
And the trees that o’ershadow each well-known street,
As they balance up and down,
Are singing the beautiful song,
Are sighing and whispering still:
“A boy’s will is the wind’s will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.”
Also see:
In order of relevance…which I found after I posted this post:
- The Other Side of the Mirror: My Apologies
- Not Too Late: Redirection in Life
- Forgiveness
- Appreciate Me
A Fine Frenzy’s Hope for the Hopeless
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