Huge moments of surprise, that leave you wrecked
The wreckers, on the old, black, cornish rocks
When there was no moonlight
And hard storms pushed the waves and winds to treachery
Would light their lamps to lure the ships ashore
And ships, who thought that they were safe
And lights were there to guide them home, would run aground
All hands lost and stolen, by the cold sea
To share the good times is to share the bad timеs
To share the joy in the finе-wine-times
Is to drink the wine down to the bottom of the glass
Where things are bitter
I will not ask for any glass to pass from me
There are no accidents, or possibly there are
But things happen because of their nature
And there is no arguing with nature
For she is wise and innocent and cruel
And rage and hurt and pain and blood are hers
So we build rituals of mourning and acceptance
To walk us through the nights of tears and pain
But Nature lost a daughter
Who remains six seeds of pomegranate dead today
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Three things I send you
First, I send these words, that you may use them as a pool of ink
To see yourself reflected, or see another in
To see far-away things, so you do not forget to dream
And then I send you pain
A small pain to whisper to your pain and keep it company
And last, I send a smile, that it might serve you well
And you may hold it in a time when smiles are scarce
Remembering the moonlight on the water