Sábado, 11 de Fevereiro de 2012

The Moody Blues Poems....

(luis alvim - caravela)

 

A Troubadours Card

 


I turned around and made haste,

My pockets empty & no memory I face the open road.

Back on the crossroad where everything began,

Just to dwell in my outer heavens once more

As night fades into dawn I tend to find my guide.

Just waiting for the right time to entre and fill the empty heart.

Sorrow hangs high and so does the nerveless change.

Like the past never existed and the present doesn’t want to break.

Barked way through rough seas of the dark era,

Never to find a port to anchor this boat.

 

There aren’t many like me…

Men of few words but worlds to lose yourself within…

Troubadours encaged in their own lonesome world,

Enigmatic bohemians of change and old habits…

Drifters of the loyal pen…

 

So we set sail again moving while standing still,

Wasting bravery, loyalty and kindness

Like they are meaningless actions…

Filling our minds with virtual resistance,

Because all men need something to believe.

Something to shake the bashed heart,

And fire those suit cased locks.


Written by: David Nightingale às 02:47
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