My love of the sea has been with me for as long as I can remember. It is set in the deep recess of self where memories of how my Grandmother's voice sounded, how it felt to buy my first vinyl record, and how it felt to ride my bike around the block, over and over, with that neverending Summer feeling pulsing through my veins. The ocean has been a constant, a place of solace, and a destination that I've been drawn to, time and time again.
This song has always been a favourite of mine. It reminds me of the sea, of times I've spent by the ocean, alone, or with those close to me, taking in all the beauty and sadness, and all the feelings evoked that fall in between the two.
I wonder how many secrets the sea carries with it, in the endless ebb and flow. And I wonder how many memories I will keep with me, until my last days of life, that the sea is a part of.
"I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand,
sing of a lover's fate sealed by jealous hate,
then wash my hand in the sea.
sing of a lover's fate sealed by jealous hate,
then wash my hand in the sea.
with just three days more,
i'd have just about learned the entire score
to Aida.
holidays must end as you know.
All is memory taken home with me:
the opera, the stolen tea,
the sand drawing, the verging sea,
all years ago."
the sand drawing, the verging sea,
all years ago."
L.
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