Let us slip away today

quietly just slip away,

wend ourselves toward the sea

thread our dreams to what could be.

 

Unpick ourselves from patterned cloth,

blend inside a landscape, soft.

Not held or fixed as if to stay

but free that we might drift and sway.

 

Let us settle in the night

by waves reflecting fiery light,

to wake in wonder at the sound

of every day in which we're bound.

 

When things we are become unstitched

it's by the fray we are enriched.

That all things slip beyond our grasp

means not that all that's good is past.