Stars shining bright above you,
Night breezes seem to whisper, I love you,
Birds singing in the sycamore tree,
Dream A Little Dream Of me
Just say goodnight and kiss me,
Oh, hold me tight and tell me you miss me;
While I'm alone and blue as can be,
Dream A Little Dream Of Me.
Stars fading, but I linger on, dear,
Still craving your kiss;
I'm longing to linger till dawn, my dear,
Just saying this:
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you,
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you,
But in your dreams whatever they be,
Dream A Little Dream Of Me.
Dream A little dream of you and me.
Tuesday, 23 February 2010
Tuesday, 2 February 2010
(Your Silence) In Couplets
If in time you feel I'm cold
My hair's too long, my form too old
You can say goodbye without a fear
For I'm too proud to shed a tear
I won't scream, or shout or sob or yell
When next we meet I'll never tell
That for a time my heart was yours
I'll keep sheathed my hidden claws
The time we spent will stay between
The things you said and didn't mean
I'll seal my lips and play along
We both know you did no wrong
You never said your words were binding
And I asked for nothing and you were obliging
You and I are done and I won't grieve
I always knew that you would leave
*inspired by conversations with Vogon Prose
My hair's too long, my form too old
You can say goodbye without a fear
For I'm too proud to shed a tear
I won't scream, or shout or sob or yell
When next we meet I'll never tell
That for a time my heart was yours
I'll keep sheathed my hidden claws
The time we spent will stay between
The things you said and didn't mean
I'll seal my lips and play along
We both know you did no wrong
You never said your words were binding
And I asked for nothing and you were obliging
You and I are done and I won't grieve
I always knew that you would leave
*inspired by conversations with Vogon Prose
What is wrong with me? And other questions
I need release.
I feel compelled to write something beautiful. That I can reread every time I feel the pit open at my feet. Something to take away from the ugliness in my head.
Its a four letter word, Hope.
So is life.
I feel compelled to write something beautiful. That I can reread every time I feel the pit open at my feet. Something to take away from the ugliness in my head.
Its a four letter word, Hope.
So is life.
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