Been here a while, seen this place a time or two.
PLaces and names and faces to file, Always old and yet so new.
Seen the same roads a hundred times, Never the same mystery here
Wrote the book and spoke the rythmes, spoke with ancients near
Was given a name and bore it true, wondering what was left to do.
Needed nothing but my world inside, of music, art in shadows confide,
Never needed more then sunsets and sun rise, now inside the tide cries.
Never needed anyone but myself alone, now the whispers of a new tone. Never needed anything but what I had, never wanted more then the what the gypsy way had. Never needed the light or a reason for the fight. Never needed hope or a place to go to cope. Never needed love or a safe enclove. Never neede peace or a calming of the tides, thought the heart of mine had died. Now I've tasted the life I never could live, tasted the love one had to give. Felt te warmth of the barest touch and wanted more then this so much. Tasted of the peace and of the possibility of release. Tasted of the gift and felt the burdens lift.
Been down this rad called life of time a hundred times, spoke of the irddles and ancient ryhmes, Tasted of the pleasures and of the pain, so well hidden by the rain. Sang the songs of life and drank deeply of it's strife. Learned to survive better than the rest, learned to evolve and adapt on tis lifelong quest. Mayhaps I never learned to love, and mayhaps I shall lose that dove. But I have tasted of that nectar sweet, and into the arms of death I'd gladly greet. For one more taste and one more sip, for one more chance I'd join the crypt.
 Delemonico · Sat Nov 22, 2008 @ 03:05am · 0 Comments |
