Stories of our solitude will sing themselves to sleep
And we will sing to everything the stories of where we have been

So surely and so steadily
A slowly moving cloud will whisper I am but for hours, born to last
Your soggy soaking future is my foggy fading past
And so now if you want to wish upon me, wish upon me fast-
Whatever can be held in your heart is surely yours to grasp.

So you wish for a picture of all of the people you’ve had the pleasure to know.
Or a postcard from all of the places you’ve ever wanted to go,
Saying you are here now on this magical night-
The southern sky at sunset, well, it’s such a stunning sight,
And you can sleep safely and soundly and you are loved.

For nothing ever does begin as nothing ever ends.
Ask every atom in your body and they’ll surely tell you
friend, I am old as time and older still-
And you are made of everything you love, you feel, or kill
I will outlive you, and forgive you, and be just a baby still.

Nana GRIZOL, 2010

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