When streams are ripe and swelled with rain
May, she will stay
Resting in my arms againJune, she’ll change her tune
In restless walks she’ll prowl the night
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flightAugust, die she must
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold
September, I’ll remember
A love once new has now grown oldApril, come she will– Simon & Garfunkel
I told SQ that some things happen for reasons we cannot explain nor rationalize. Said the poets were right when they said truth is stranger than fiction and that song lyrics hold fragments of truth, but not all.
Soon we shall see what that means and learn if that which we hear and sense is based upon more than fragments of a time that once was or if that magic carpet ride has lasting magic.
It has been a long and winding road filled with more than a little pain and more than a little hope and a whole lot of life.
Some would suggest it is not worth what it took and others would say there was no choice but to take the road not taken and to blaze our own trail.
But me I don’t say because I won’t focus on the past and the future is shrouded in mist and there is no purpose in trying to see what remains hidden.
Live in the present and stay in the moment because I know what will happen now and soon enough what the future holds and that is good enough for me.
Live in and with the mystery.
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