[expletive]. A sorry excuse for a writer, eh? There's little sense in trying to encapsulate four months in a single blog post, so- let's just pretend that the lapse never happened. Okay? Okay. I'm wanting to re-structure the blogging, anyway, so....
I guess we'll see where it goes from here.
I don't have much in the way of creative juices left for the day- but I thought I'd share the song I wrote this morning. {I'm still not recording, as I have yet to best those ghosts, so here's to imagination and you using yours!}
I guess we'll see where it goes from here.
I don't have much in the way of creative juices left for the day- but I thought I'd share the song I wrote this morning. {I'm still not recording, as I have yet to best those ghosts, so here's to imagination and you using yours!}
If only
G / Cmin / G/ Cmin
There is a sunrise waiting/
Just past the far horizon/
I grow so sick of faking;/
It’s time to move along//
Will you wait for me to/
Swim on out to you?/
You’re drifting in the bay/
Caressed by ocean, blue.//
We sail away, if only/
In our dreams/
We sail away, if only/
If only, if only, if only, if only//
The northern wastes are frozen/
And so with weathered souls/
We take to trekking slowly/
Through each wall of snow//
It doesn’t matter that we/
Cannot see our destinies;/
They pull like gravity/
They drop us to our knees.//
We sail away, if only/
In our dreams;/
We sail away, if only/
If only, if only, if only, if only.//
Put the kettle on, and/
We’ll find refuge/
In each other’s arms/
As I kiss you…//
We sail away if only/
In our dreams;/
We sail away, if only/
If only….//
Viens avec moi?
xx
