11:35 p.m. - 2004-12-18 - -
Hm. I outgrew Diaryland a while ago, but, for nostalgia's sake, I'll continue to update here every few months. I do still love my Sisters (Tai sent me a holiday card!), but I've moved on from the part of my life that Diaryland represents for me. So yeah. Look for a very strange layout soon, as I am trying out some things for the Democratic website Ives is starting, & stuff. Much love.
Home is behind - the World ahead
Lay down Your sweet and weary head Night is falling You have come to journey's end Sleep now Dream- of the ones who came before They are calling from across a distant shore Why do you weep? What are these tears upon your face? Soon you will see All of your fears will pass away Safe in my arms You're only sleeping What can you see On the horizon? Why do the white gulls call? Across the sea A pale moon rises The ships have come To carry you home Dawn will turn to silver glass A light on the water All souls pass Hope fades Into the world of night Through shadows falling Out of memory and time Don't say We havecome now to the end White shores are calling You and I will meet again And you'll be here in my arms Just sleeping What can you see On the horizon? Why do the white gulls call? Across the sea A pale moon rises The ships have come To carry you home And all will turn to silver glass A light on the water Grey ships pass Into the West