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Nostalgia

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it's morning and I remember you mid afternoon,
a pulsating mass of clouds bleeding bright light,
the pervading scent of seashells in the wind,
and I remember you.

Home,
whence all waters rise, Hvergelmir of
a string of energy that became my soul;
you,
incorruptible.


I see you through the years and my heart swells
with seawater, crabs and kelp,
and I know it will burst someday and spill it all over again
all over the
ocean that never changes.
I see you through the nostalgia of the promised land,
what was before I knew good from evil,
what will be after the abyss encloses the world,

after the endless nights,
after the wolves swallow the sun and the moon;

you,
home,
what will remain.

Your notes drift to me in an afternoon that unwavers,
in oblivion; unforgettable,
and the shores where you reach out to us will never
be a dream alone.
the feeling I get when I listen to this [link]

this song was dormant for many years, and now it´s here again, i remembered it out of the blue


interesting


this is pure philosophy by the way, but don´t try to understand it, it´s kind of druidical and totally worthless.

ah, hvergelmir [link]
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wordeea's avatar
some beautiful lines. i particularly like :

"I see you through the years and my heart swells
with seawater, crabs and kelp,
and I know it will burst someday and spill it all over again"