Fare Thee Well

This is an English folk ballad from way back that has always touched me deeply. One day, I'll make it into a song of my own. My heart has many stories touched by these words. 

Fare thee well my own true love

And farewell for a while.

I’m going away, but I’ll be back

If I go ten thousand miles.

Ten thousand miles, my own true love,

Ten thousand miles or more,

And the rocks may melt and the seas may burn,

If I should not return.

Oh don’t you see that lonesome dove,

Sitting on an ivy tree,

She’s weeping for her own true love

Just as I shall weep for mine.

Oh come back my own true love

And stay a while with me

For if I had a friend all on this earth,

You’ve been a friend to me.

And fare thee well my own true love

And farewell for a while.

I’m going away, but I’ll be back

If I go ten thousand miles.

Riddle from '09

I found this in my journal entry from June 14th, 2009.

Part god, part beast -
I live on as a perfectly flawed solution of two of the most powerful forces in existence.
I am Man

I am an eternal, conscious, intelligent, movable, marked, creative flame housed in a mortal frame. I have a dual set of instincts: one carnal and feral - the other - ethereal and yet kinetic. How beautiful and glorious is this composite! Divine breath animating Beast - no greater riddle could ever be conceived.