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stephen james smith - iomramh lyrics

a man goes to the coast of an island to be alone
he has gone as far as he can for now
it’s called retreat
a great distance is not always far enough
when the mind is as restless as the ocean
you’re sleeping beside
this man is seeking solitude
and in so doing has brought the loneliness
into his own heart
sure he knew this would be the way of it
but he still put one foot in front of the other
you’ve to face it sometimes, learn
the barren landscape has seen worse
he reminds himself of the continued struggle
and erosion that is life
he thinks that’s a clichéd metaphor
a famine village is deserving of more
he looks out at the ocean all too often
the primal part of him wanting to rage in the deep blue

yesterday was valentine’s day
and around the table he was told a tragic love story
of a man who, after he buried his love
climbed to the top of bolus head
and threw himself to the depths
after this story, the man made the same trek
it would be so easy to climb the rock walls
and pass by the sheep in the fields and dive
never submitting but knowing it’s a fight
never to be won, once submerged
there’s something honest in that though, he thinks
is there?
never submitting
those rocks are patient hunters
how much violence have they caused by simple stillness
then birdsong called through the air
like so many times it’s called him away from a dark edge
like so many times it is the simple things in his life
that save him, fond memories, curiosity
he could have sworn he saw the fibonacci sequence
in a spider web earlier
this reminded him
those rocks can wait for now
instead he’ll walk into the wind
which numbed his face yesterday
while a warm heart pounds on beneath all the layers
you can go so far and it’s never enough
you can learn to be still and it’ll come to you
you can think of moving rocks, battling nature
or arranging words in some fashion aiming for legacy
this is redundant
you know this
leave your ego at this pagan peninsula
echoes of trauma are just that
time for silence
you are here

the man notices the bruise on his knee is fading
the salted air is already healing
later he’ll eat eggs and light a fire
later good things will come to pass
he reminds himself of this right now
as he sits still warming his feet
ready to wander

- stephen james smith lyrics

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