Sábado, 11 de Setembro de 2010

The Moody Blues Poems....

 

 

Crossroads

 

As the desert flies by for miles…

I find myself moving thru time

Felt the soft breeze that gave me a chill thru my spine.

It had that magic touch,

So I knew I had to let you go.

I was aware of all the changes time gave me.

All that rage took away after I saw the lonely sky.

Like a lost bound glory you showed me my own outer heaven…

Al the lines were drawn in one filthy paper that I threw away.

Began building sandcastles of empty journeys …

As all seemed lost…

A true smile shifted me into the back of my mind.

Leaping me into safety…

There were no more masks…

The same ones who had viand my soul.

Never took reality for granted, so lived life into true soul music…

A man based in one uncertain melodramatic show down.

I got my own way of loving life,

Not once had I a futile crossroad daring me.

So long the road ahead is weary I will gable it out…


Written by: David Nightingale às 00:44
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