Secret shore

I want a life that is a secret shore,
that no one else but my Love would know.
I would weep and heal there.
I would love and die there.
I would see the most beautiful sunset and take no picture to show someone or sell somewhere.
I would see the magnificence of water and the sun,
Of the moon and the mount
Of the wolves and the hunt
Of the colours of her crown.
I would see where things begin and end, but tell no one.
Because, to speak of that 
would be to crack the perfect cup. 

1922, Internet Archive Book Images. Haynes, Jack Ellis. Harold B. Lee Library via Brigham Young University

Some days

Some days, it becomes clearer that everyone is out for themselves in the end.

Some days, the fragility of relationships becomes so plain 
that it seems foolish to walk down the road lined with homes and hands beckoning.

Some days, the shallowness of what we call love becomes so plain that time spent searching for it seems so painfully pointless.

Knowing this, it’s hard to pour your soul into someone else;
because it’ll most probably get left out in the rain, or alone and deranged.

Knowing this, it’s hard to tell your children that the world is a beautiful place; and that even the last good things left standing—like friendship, love and family—would surely amount to something magnificent.

1814, Poems of life in the country and by the sea. Benjamin Francis. Muskegon, Mich, The Library of Congress via the Sloan Foundation