Tempus Edax Rerum

i was sitting so placidly and peacefully on that stone the cold stream of the brook just touched the bottom of my feet but the pinch of that touch drenched my very inner my soul and myself-being  it was so quiet quieter than the cemetery but it was so heavenly the peace i felt. i left myself free and let the brook sway me with it tha union so various yet so single the rippes in the stream i coul feel in my inner beig drenching me and my affections i was so wet and yes wet throughouti was now it or it was me ther was no margin left of any kind in this divine communion iwas just swaying effortlessly like a bir soaring the mightyinfinite and sometimes striking the bd like cushion of clouds and turning and twisting whirling and swhirling in the whirlpools of joy passing bythte curves those like like those of a reptiles imprint takin decisive turns so involved so conjoined as if it wasn'y the brook movig but ...

how does it feel when when, the one you loved you lost somewhere amids the hustle of the world left in the compamy of the anon lone and solitary in that walk of life to whom you promised always to be beside and now you are lost that warmth you could feel in your ahand when the one you loved was there with you no don't tell me i don't wanna hear that i know what you will say those words of pain i have gone through a lot of that and beared a lot of strain and has kept those stings of separation safe somewhere in the deeper corners of my heart and how does that feeel well! that par explain