Heroic Statue Heroic statue
Appears as if from nowhere
As twilight grows dimAll the artists paint
A statue that once stood here
Full of memory from the rain Heroic statue
Begins to hypnotize me
In the gentle rain Brightly, the half-moon
Lights the ruins of a shrine ...
This is true beauty
Crystal Lake I seem to recall
The small town where I was born
A soft place smelling like home
In a wooden bed.I seem to recall
A tall woman at the door
Selling wooden spoons,
Wooden spoons Refr. I would like to know where it is
The temple on the highest mountain
Where silence speaks and quiet calm sings
The sea in the deepest fountain. Sleepy silver moon
Seems to peer past my shoulder
... I must keep moving on,
Keep moving on. A tired swimmer
With a face from a past dream
Seems to sink in the deep end
Of the crystal lake. Behind me, the moon
Highlights the returning tide
I must k eep moving on,
Keep moving on…
In My Place Bury me under the old willow tree
With dry earth and thunder, cover me
Place then the tombstone, I will remain alone
Come back sometimes later to my dead flesh and bone
In my place, You` ll find a flower, right beneath my stone
Pick me up, rest a while, and then take me home.
Place me in fresh water, let me live again with you
Then, throw me away, when my petals and stem
Will decay...Based on a poem of Magda Herzberger, Fountain Hills, Arizona Smile There`s a Smile of Love
And a smile of Deceit
And There`s a Smile of Smiles
In which These two Smiles meet.And there`s a Frown of Hate
And a Frown of disdain
And there`s a Frown of Frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain There`s a Smile of Love
And a smile of Deceit
And There`s a Smile of Smiles
In which These two Smiles meet For it Sticks in the Hearts deep core
And it sticks in the deep Back bone
And no smile that ever was smiled
But only one smile alone
That between the cradle and Grave
It only once Smild can be
But when it once is smild
Theres an end to all misery From: the “Pickering Manuscript”, W. Blake 1803 Annabelle Lee …
… Is Fascinated By Larry
This is a common story
Annabelle Lee is fascinated - by Larry
But Larry's made other plans She hopes that begging will work
But she is not getting - good advice
She pretends it doesn't matter
Before And After Meals She`s dancing with the clouds,
As if the whole world were watching
And fills my mailbox with tears.
But she hasn't always been this way.
She makes me happy quite tenderly
And makes me laugh.
I order her to run into secret places.
But she hasn't always been this way. The waiters think she should
Do something they can understand,
But she has other thoughts.
Before and after meals,
She feels like quitting
And begins to laugh about it all.
She has lost her sense of touch
And imagines a more tender world. As You Like It The moon and a yellow star
Reflect on the skin of your face
Long time gone as you are
Your pretty smile left this placeI put a daisy in your hair
The green grass under which you lie
Sways gentle green in the air
And grows up to the blue sky
As you liked it, as you always liked What happend this eve at july?
I just tried to grasp your hand
As your lips transformed into that cry
Before your body sank upon the sand.
As you liked it, as you always liked Sleepwalk
You are on a sleepwalk
The world seems slightly strange
The gods of faith and honour
Are all what we needBut look before you leap
We are walking in our sleep
A mirror-vision (of our) embrace
Paralyzes me
All we care about is here
In the place where we met Moonsmell Distant howling and the rush of the wind
Blow across your cheeks.
You sit with me by the fire
And taste the smell of the moon.All the stars in the universe
Are someone else's memories.
Count the stars for me,
Walk into the sky and (you'll) find my heart. The night is filled with the sound of your breathing;
And the smell of the moon.
Count all stars for me, sparkle and glittering;
Taste the smell of the moon. A bright splinter upon your eyes
Makes me remember;
All the promises I've broken
And all the things I lost in the fire. zurück nach oben... |
