sigh Bye...
your sadness weighs
heavily in my soul
i would lift you to the sky if
i could
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sigh Bye...
your sadness weighs
heavily in my soul
i would lift you to the sky if
i could
i could
go by the rules
and leave the sins to rot,
but then, would life be as rousing?
oh well! ;)
oh well!
life trudges on
no matter how hard we
try to stop it or slow it down
let's go!
let's go!
why do you rest?
yes, I know it's Sunday
I won't make you work too hard for
my love
my love
is bottled up
in shiny green-glass jars
glinting on a high, sun-strewn shelf
waiting
waiting
without complaint
always watching closely
for the tiny messages that
speak big
speak big
carry big stick
have the best of both worlds
neither ignored nor left unheard:
ten-hut!
ten-hut!
soldiers' worn boots
lined up, sad and saggy,
what horrors have they seen in the
desert
desert
it drinks you up
but stores there your water
your tiny roots, full for blooming
flowers
flowers —
the dreams of earth —
in the fields of crocus,
Oh! my Spanish Dancer, dream me,
saffron
saffron
and lime surround
me in the colours of
India....savoury hues of
allure
allure—
that which draws one
to seek adventure in
foreign places forgotten by time—
mystery…
mystery —
not the unknown;
we know that which is not;
what is, while it is not, makes us
question
question
I live it now
it makes no difference
the answer is not important
ask it
ask it,
it will escape
before your eyes, if not,
don't hurry, but when the moment
is right...