Tonight
It has been a while since I have been inspired. But the other night I had something stuck in my head and I could not sleep. So I got up and jotted down a few notes. The next day I spent all of an hour and came up with the following. It is not my best work by far. It is like a verbal Jackson Pollack, but it is something I had to do. Maybe it will be like a Frankenstein. Instead of being a product of spare parts, I can use it to assemble other future works. And just maybe, I will be able to sleep tonight now that I got it out of my head.
Now, I know only two people in the whole world will read this and that is fine. But I need one of them to know that this is not meant to hurt you. It is just a way for me to channel my feelings since friends are scarce these days. Knowing you like I do, you will feel some sadness and probably even a little anger or resentment. But please don't. I am not as bad off as these words would seem. After all they are of past events and experiences. But you will always be my muse. The one that got away. And I will always pray for your happiness. Here it goes...
I am lying underneath this Alabama sky
Trying my best not to break down and cry
Cause she is just far enough away
For me not to see again today
Tonight my heart is passing by the house of Tennessee
With a old tattered copy of the Glass Menagerie
And I wish I was there to wipe off the tears
Hold her hand, kiss herlips, conquer her fears
I am lying underneath this Tupelo sky
Trying my best not to breakdown and cry
And as I read between the lines
I pray to God that there are signs
Tonight my heart is sitting in the dark
Out in the left field of Commiskey Park
And I wish I was there to wipe off the tears
Hold her hand, kiss her lips, conquer her fears
I am lying underneath this delta sky
Trying my best not to break down and cry
I hang up the phone and turn on the King
I grab a bottle and I begin to sing
Tonight my heart is waiting so desperately
Across from the Texas Book Depository
And I wish I was there to wipe off the tears
Hold her hand, kiss her lips conquer her fears
I am lying underneath this American sky
Trying my best not to break down and cry
She smiled at me and though it's been three years
I have not begun to run out of tears
Tonight my heart is wandering down Abbey Road
Because Strawberry Fields is her new abode
And there is someone there to wipe her tears
Hold her hand, kiss her lips conquer her fears
posted by Michael @ 11:10 AM
3 Comments:
That is lovely. And I know how you feel.
I actually think it is one of your best. One of the most moving - perhaps, second to only one other.
As you once shared...
Cease to believe happiness doesn't exist
Dare to walk in the cleansing mist
Open your soul without hesitation
No more fear, no more trepidation
honestly say, I stop by on the occasion that our moods are alike only we are in reverse roles...
if you wrote the blurb that second chances quoted .. kudos to you!!!
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