Shadows Of Our Evening Tides (Extended Version, April 13, 2019)

(The burden of life
is love, love
The burden of life
is love, love
but we carry the weight
wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love

The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction

the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.

but we carry the weight
wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love.

No rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love–

The warm bodies
shine together
in the darkness,
the hand moves
to the center
of the flesh,
the skin trembles
in happiness
and the soul comes
joyful to the eye–

yes, yes,
that’s what
I wanted,
I always wanted,
I always wanted,
to return
to the body
where I was born.)

We all wish to find a place, to go back as a friend
To hear our names from the high-wave stand
We all wish to find a place

We all wish to find a place, to go back as a lover
We stir and swirl, we kneel and hope, we cry and pray
Trying to follow

We all wish to find a place, to go back as a lover
To feel the tide from our high-wave stand

In the shadows between the lights
In the shadows of our evening tides
I never learned how to swim
Like water in my hands, on your lips

In the shadows of our evening tides
In the shadows between the lights
In the shadows of our evening tides
In the shadows between the lights

Words: Alex Henry Foster, Allen Ginsberg