what is unknown is greater than the known, and the known
is simply our own perspective. perhaps you will never see
what is known to me, just as i am unable to comprehend
your truth. and the truth is, i thought i knew you but
i should have known myself better. better that you
left when you did, what would i have done
if i saw you with the perspective i have
today. who knows!
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Enjoy this mesmerizing song
SONYA KASSAM 
Dear Sonya,
Thank you for all of this. Somehow, this post coaxes us into an area that is of the unseen. It feels like home.
All good wishes,
robert
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The unseen and the unknown feels like home – excellent thoughts Robert
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Will you search through the loamy earth for me
Climb through the briar and bramble?
I’ll be your treasure
I felt the touch of the kings and the breath of the wind
I knew the call of all the song birds
They sang all the wrong words
I’m waiting for you
I’m waiting for you
Will you swim through the briny sea for me
Roll along the ocean’s floor?
I’ll be your treasure
I’m with the ghosts of the men who can never sing again
There’s a place follow me
Where a love lost at sea
Is waiting for you
Is waiting for you
Would you drift o’er the rolling fields for me
Hoard me in the highest bough
I’ll be your treasure
But in history’s rhyme there’s a place and a time
and a truth to the gold that the folds cannot hold
I’m waiting for you
I’m waiting for you
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wait, you said
and so I did
wait,
that is all i could do
[and they both end up waiting]
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