Musings on Long Ago, Now Faraway
This is a melancholia...about the parting of ways that so many of us experience in our lifetime. So beautiful it is to realize that all is illusion anyway...
- I wonder...
- No Matter What
- All Left Behind
- The Punishment
- Gone
- I wonder...
I wonder where my lover went
He wandered far away
I hunger for his touch
I wonder what my lover does
From him I learned so much
Not all of it was good
I wonder what my lover thinks
When he on me does ponder
Thoughts that carry everywhere
I wonder
He wandered far away
I hunger for his touch
I wonder what my lover does
From him I learned so much
Not all of it was good
I wonder what my lover thinks
When he on me does ponder
Thoughts that carry everywhere
I wonder
No Matter What
The days they go so quickly by
Like sailboats on the wind
Nor time nor space
Can intervene
It all comes down to one small note
A musical image lost in mind
Words they seem so rote
Disguising well what they might mean
Like sailboats on the wind
Nor time nor space
Can intervene
It all comes down to one small note
A musical image lost in mind
Words they seem so rote
Disguising well what they might mean
All Left Behind
This we cannot know
Nor can we choose
To bring a measure of sanity
Into the seeking
Feeling
Being
Of what was left behind
Nor can we choose
To bring a measure of sanity
Into the seeking
Feeling
Being
Of what was left behind
The Punishment
I wonder what my lover thought
When I did go away
Far away
Beyond his finding
I left into another realm
My well being was at risk
The slings and arrows
Of his words
Were punishment enough
When I did go away
Far away
Beyond his finding
I left into another realm
My well being was at risk
The slings and arrows
Of his words
Were punishment enough
Gone
And as the sunbeams dance and twirl
The leaves rustle softly 'neath our feet
The clouds drift by, curlicues of white
The blue skies they do hide
From view
Just as an image disappears
Through glazed glass
I fear you too have gone
Beyond earthly sight
and so it is...
The leaves rustle softly 'neath our feet
The clouds drift by, curlicues of white
The blue skies they do hide
From view
Just as an image disappears
Through glazed glass
I fear you too have gone
Beyond earthly sight
and so it is...
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