did we not see
what never could be
did we not care
how could we dare
and leave behind
how could we dare
to be that which we could not be
you and me and me and theeand leave behind
our fools' debris
i dance with you...only in dreams...
i dance with you...only in dreams...
11 comments:
consider me the fool collecting debris....
never say never, painful as that may be. :)
hmmm... forbidden love?
That hurts..i felt every word Gypsy..silently staring..touched.
Whoever these words are written to, Gypsy, should pay attention.
debris... WOW that IS a word, lady
Even love srinkles with it... sometimes.
D.
A heavy burden of sadness to this one, Jenean.
Been there...
Hope you are doing well my friend.
I thought I would stop by
Did not think I would find
This mirror
This mirror of despair
I am old enough now
Already told you
Love in another language
Love in French
L'amour n'y est pas rouge sombre
Il y est si léger
Les filles au nez retroussé
Légères et indépendantes
Un sourire pour toi, sweet Jenean
Roger
THANKS SO MUCH to all who have come by to visit and leave messages for me! sorry i've been away several days and unable to respond - have been tied up with family situation and unable to get online - will see everyone again soon - and again, thanks so much for coming by!!!
roger - how wonderful to have you drop by - your presence and words have been sorely missed, more than you know! please come again soon - and often! is it warm there yet? i hope so!
Oh but I never forgot you, belle Jenean! Not even in the darkest periods of this year that I would want to forget.
I wanted to tell you... Love and despair always share the same bed. Love and death... how could it be otherwise?
But on rare occasions there is this blinding light against a deep blue sky.
So rarely!
Roger
nor i you, dear sir, nor i you - it is true what you say of this blinding light against a deep blue sky - and it brings with it the gentlest of gentle breezes......for which i thank you -
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