Like the waters

For Rommy’s prompt at Real Toads, Words to Live By. I read this in my early teens. These words have held my mind all these years.

Like the Waters
I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
William Butler Yeats

We cast the ashes of our regrets
into the waters.
We cast the ashes of our sorrows
into the waters.
We cast the ashes of our dreams
into the waters.
All of our beauties we cast into the waters.
They ride the currents to the ocean
and become one with it.
We watch them drift away from us,
we say goodbye and look up at the sky.
The clouds drift by in the water
of the sky and drown themselves
in the horizon.

Let’s take a drive – video Christian Kane

Lately, I’ve felt…….lost.  I don’t know where the wild girl, feisty woman went.  The suicide of a long time friend a few weeks ago has aged my soul in ways I cannot describe.  He and I used to drive around at night, windows down and radio blaring, singing at the top of our lungs.  He comforted me when my Samurai returned to Japan.   And now….

But this song, by Chris Kane ,a wild Oklahoma boy with a gift for rock ’em, sock ’em country rock songs and songs of heart stirring wistfulness, reminds me of a lot of things.  Maybe, that girl is still within me.  I hope so.  I miss her a lot.

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