The Last Invocation
At the last, tenderly
From the walls of the powerful fortress'd house,
From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the well-closed doors,
Let me be wafted.
Let me glide noiselessly forth;
With the key of softness under the locks - with a whisper,
Set open the doors O soul.
Tenderly - be not impatient,
(Strong is your hold O mortal flesh,
Strong is your hold O love.)
- Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
~ Many feelings as one flies away to find love, love across continents, feelings mixed and tangled to a manageable degree, can feelings be compartmentalized? We shall see. Waiting for time and for the dust to settle, just breathe.
From the walls of the powerful fortress'd house,
From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the well-closed doors,
Let me be wafted.
Let me glide noiselessly forth;
With the key of softness under the locks - with a whisper,
Set open the doors O soul.
Tenderly - be not impatient,
(Strong is your hold O mortal flesh,
Strong is your hold O love.)
- Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
~ Many feelings as one flies away to find love, love across continents, feelings mixed and tangled to a manageable degree, can feelings be compartmentalized? We shall see. Waiting for time and for the dust to settle, just breathe.