It’s that time of the year again.
As the Mist Leaves No Scar
As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill,
So my body leaves no scar
On you, nor ever will.
When wind and hawk encounter,
What remains to keep?
So you and I encounter,
Then turn, then fall to sleep.
As many nights endure
Without a moon or star,
So will we endure
When one is gone and far.
- Leonard Cohen
I like it. A lot.
Bloglines did not send me your last two posts. 8^(
You can never go wrong with Leonard Cohen.