Far Away
Far away is where I live now
I once wanted poetry to tell something of me.....
But I don't think that can happen now
I have revised my opinion of my intent
Truly, I'm just passing through these clouds of rain.
That's how meaning faded away from me...
As if nothing remained, I bask in uncluutered no-memories
Because far away, truly far-far away, when I was young,
I once wanted poetry to tell something of me.....
But I don't think that can happen now
I have revised my opinion of my intent
Truly, I'm just passing through these clouds of rain.
That's how meaning faded away from me...
As if nothing remained, I bask in uncluutered no-memories
Because far away, truly far-far away, when I was young,
I heard the songstress of my life's song, sing me to be
By a brook, in spring, on a sunny morning
With skin like jasmine....
By a brook, in spring, on a sunny morning
With skin like jasmine....
On this day in August – was it August? - this evening.....
....maybe, I just remember shivering with pleasure
As she passed silently, eyes a sapphire blue.
....maybe, I just remember shivering with pleasure
As she passed silently, eyes a sapphire blue.
