Day: March 15, 2023
The meaning in my madness
We enjoyed the elegiac monotony of the English weather.
Our house was called, Stunned Foaming.
When I became 5 years old the picture on the wall which used to be the three Bears changed into a river with a three arched bridge crossing it.
We were stunned by the snake like behaviour on the management. Let’s hope they shed their skin soon
The quiet beauty of nature
When true love’s gone
When true love's gone and doom hangs over head When life runs like a river to the sea Then shall I take new lovers to my bed And with their carnal touch consoled be? When lovers lie and break my woman's heart. When life seems grey and rocks bestrew my path. Then, shall I my life of evil start And on the world shall I bestow my wrath? When my love lies and wrecked all loyalty. When puzzlement makes all the world seem mad. Then I shall upend causality And let myself do deeds which make me glad.
I have the fruits of love within my heart.
Sorrow will not tear me into parts
Memories of childhood
My sister oh my sister do not die
I feel that I still need you in my world
And Rivington we saw the larks upfly
Anglezarke the reservoir still swirled
Fresh water for old Liverpool’s
I cannot go to Rivington alone
Nor Scotchmans Stump to see birds little bones
Once we lit a fire by a stream.
I’d like to go there now my love my queen.
Sturdy and determined she would climb.
Take the bus to Horwich it’s nearby
We saw ripe elderberries full and fine
In the distance Winter Hill stood high
The highest hill about so high austere
I won’t take you there sweet Eileen dear
In the silence, trembling
Freed from her trap
Bird soared into air,and hovered
And floated, resting;
And flew higher, singing as she flew,
And higher again,
Till there was only her song,
Left in the silence,
Up on the wide,stump topped hill,
I felt the lark inside my heart
And heard her singing.
And flying up with her,
I saw gold sun and silver moon,
Moors of heather ,and sheep grazing
And shimmering lakes,
Clouds ,sun and sky in watery mirrors.
And sang ,and dipped,and dropped,
Up the blue
Bright heaven, and rested
On the wind.
All that day
I was a lark singing.
I shall always have a vision of
That flew upwards,
Rejoicing and free
Into a deep blue sky, and high
Into a place, beyond eye even,
But music still sending.
I wish I were back on that heathery moor,
With the nibbling sheep and the bees sweetly humming,
The poignant song
Of the skylark,
A prisoner,freed by a magician,
From her trap,
So happy to be free,
So wonderful to see.
Do it again,
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Be my face
Be my favourite face on my smartphone.
Let me see your face where ere I roam
Let us have a marriage of true minds
Love will romantic when you’re mine
The point now at infinity has style
Put it on your phone and see for miles