Messages from Beyond

The Strife of Love in a Dream

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Where the sea makes love with the silver strand

At the lovely, open silver strand
Where the wondrous sea joins with the land
I cycled for years and years
So I think I’ll do that now
While it’s all blue skies and stars

My mind is like a rubber band
I take and twist with either hand
If I could only see people’s eyes
Folding over as death arrives
If I could only see people’s eyes

The magnitude of her demand
Drew me in despite my plans
It could have gone all sorts of ways
I could have gone on with my lies
I could have had some better days

Yet then I couldn’t understand
The weight that love could not withstand
And even being loudly wrong
I couldn’t feel what wasn’t there
Or call it back from anywhere

But now I know that stretch of sand
The force of bliss that it expands
Now I know its precious song
Whose volume speaks to my demand
Now I know the force of scars

My mind is like a rubber band
I take and twist with either hand
If I could only see people’s eyes
Opening as love arrives
If I could only see people’s eyes

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To begin at the beginning: It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters’-and-rabbits’ wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboatbobbing sea. The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine to-night in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock, the shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows’ weeds. And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now….
Under Milk Wood, A Play for Voices, by Dylan Thomas

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