So
many thoughts, gliding each day
Pulled by the sleeves, past fell like a prey
Uncooked
Pinki Swear, tossed in array
A year down yonder, love turned stray.
That
lake by the house glittered like a ray
You were shining around the petals, it didn't look gay
Moon knew
my fear, but it dare not say
Promises
were high, like tides in the bay
Balcony
was coy, whether night or day
An
abhorring kick and it fell far far away.
Faith slumbered like needle in the hay
Blood
benumbed, even churns during the day
Hurts till Sunday, hardly makes a way
A
letter today, before I go away,
There’s
a doorway in the heart
Where memories will always stay
Now you're telling me, you're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it, you who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague, because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly, yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust, I've already paid.
- Joan Baez, Diamonds & Rust
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