It was only a few years ago that
You and I would spend our evenings at
The bar on the corner
Your ma was real sick so you
Spent most your free time with her
Of course I understood
But in the night the stars pop out.
You up there on stage
And me at the back table writing lyrics and poetry
Of course it was about you
It was always about you.
During break you’d come over and sit with me
“Huh,” you'd say, reading my words. “That’s good.
That’s real good.”
But it was never as good as yours.
There’d never been any doubt that you
Were this firework shell just waiting for
The spark to soar into the at
Justice doesn't bring peace.
Justice attempts to seek retribution
To make things right
but it has already happened
and can't be undone.
How can I be made whole again
with this hole in my heart?
How can I find peace
when a piece of me is missing?
It's a good thing that my skin
Adjusts to fit the shape I'm in.
Because my body's always changing;
Certain parts are re-arranging.
If it hadn't kept its fit
I would long ago have split.
Love Song (I) by Alphonse de Lamartine (1790-1869) by Lunasong365, literature
Literature
Love Song (I) by Alphonse de Lamartine (1790-1869)
Oh lyre, you could never match
The gentle notes of leafy twigs
That quiver in the breeze,
The murmuring of waves as they caress the shore,
Or the cooing of the mourning doves
At play along the forest edge.
If only you could sound with but a breath!
Like a flute devised from river reeds
That sings of the secrets of Heaven—
Of Spirit that soars on purity of thought,
Of Love that speaks without a word,
But through the gaze of soul to soul.
But your sweet voice creates harmony
Through my gentle caress, as I long to touch
The beautiful soul of my beloved.
My reveries move my yearning heart
As the wind moves the pliant clouds
To places the
Each lacy flower head that spills its seed
Each fallen leaf that lays upon the moss
Each flying bird whose absence stills the sky
Each tiny insect silenced by the frost
The stoic trees stand naked in the wood
Their gold and bronze dissolved to bitter rust
Their bare bones rattle in the chilling breeze
Their outlines stark against the creeping dusk
The furrowed field lies pillaged in the starlight
The shadows deep in ruts and broken grasses
The sky itself breathes out in crystal healing
And whispers peace to all who need forgiveness
In dying, all that live return to earth
In earth, all those that die will live again
It was only a few years ago that
You and I would spend our evenings at
The bar on the corner
Your ma was real sick so you
Spent most your free time with her
Of course I understood
But in the night the stars pop out.
You up there on stage
And me at the back table writing lyrics and poetry
Of course it was about you
It was always about you.
During break you’d come over and sit with me
“Huh,” you'd say, reading my words. “That’s good.
That’s real good.”
But it was never as good as yours.
There’d never been any doubt that you
Were this firework shell just waiting for
The spark to soar into the at
Justice doesn't bring peace.
Justice attempts to seek retribution
To make things right
but it has already happened
and can't be undone.
How can I be made whole again
with this hole in my heart?
How can I find peace
when a piece of me is missing?
It's a good thing that my skin
Adjusts to fit the shape I'm in.
Because my body's always changing;
Certain parts are re-arranging.
If it hadn't kept its fit
I would long ago have split.
Love Song (I) by Alphonse de Lamartine (1790-1869) by Lunasong365, literature
Literature
Love Song (I) by Alphonse de Lamartine (1790-1869)
Oh lyre, you could never match
The gentle notes of leafy twigs
That quiver in the breeze,
The murmuring of waves as they caress the shore,
Or the cooing of the mourning doves
At play along the forest edge.
If only you could sound with but a breath!
Like a flute devised from river reeds
That sings of the secrets of Heaven—
Of Spirit that soars on purity of thought,
Of Love that speaks without a word,
But through the gaze of soul to soul.
But your sweet voice creates harmony
Through my gentle caress, as I long to touch
The beautiful soul of my beloved.
My reveries move my yearning heart
As the wind moves the pliant clouds
To places the
Each lacy flower head that spills its seed
Each fallen leaf that lays upon the moss
Each flying bird whose absence stills the sky
Each tiny insect silenced by the frost
The stoic trees stand naked in the wood
Their gold and bronze dissolved to bitter rust
Their bare bones rattle in the chilling breeze
Their outlines stark against the creeping dusk
The furrowed field lies pillaged in the starlight
The shadows deep in ruts and broken grasses
The sky itself breathes out in crystal healing
And whispers peace to all who need forgiveness
In dying, all that live return to earth
In earth, all those that die will live again
I'll be leading a book club in study of Good Omens this summer. I am so looking forward to sharing what I love about this book with others. We start on May 19th.