THE TREES ON THE HILL HAD NOTHING TO SAY
A big thank you to all of you for all your love, friendship, encouragement and support x
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4D1a00cbFA
TIME OF NO REPLY – NICK DRAKE
THIS IS THE SUMMER OF MY TRANSITION
The devil that was within me
that found me, then drowned me
could not withstand
the beauty of my love for him
the softness of my gentle hand
could not witness the words that I wrote
could not cope with love that gave him hope
he inhabited my soul and it choked him from within
now he scurries through the darkness
avoiding any last vestige of light; avoiding my eyes
he hides and he lies to rid himself of the truth
that he found within that last dance
he burned me, he scorned me, but then he adored me
he haunted my dreams and begged my return
but I found myself healing as I walked along the shore
the pace of my mind slowed; the peace of my mind showed
that at last I could let go and be myself once more
I walked in his shadow, until I found the light
before I lived like a shadow with no strength to fight
A poor tortured soul; I know how that feels
when love can't release him; thaw his soul cold as steel
Sometimes our love falls on stony ground
like the softness of rose petals and the hope that we once found
dashed against the rocks of life's lessons
deafened by the torment that resounds within our caissons
and lifts us up above the maelstrom of the storms
that threaten to define us and defile us; confine us
This is the summer of my transition
as I find my way back to the right path that heals me
I leave him far behind me; the nightmare recedes
now I sleep like an angel on clouds of soft dreams
and feel lucky that I am still here
amid the love of all my friends.
- AP – Copyright remains with the author
My artwork is a compilation of 3 of my photographs
'copyright image please do not reproduce without permission'
THE TREES ON THE HILL HAD NOTHING TO SAY
A big thank you to all of you for all your love, friendship, encouragement and support x
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4D1a00cbFA
TIME OF NO REPLY – NICK DRAKE
THIS IS THE SUMMER OF MY TRANSITION
The devil that was within me
that found me, then drowned me
could not withstand
the beauty of my love for him
the softness of my gentle hand
could not witness the words that I wrote
could not cope with love that gave him hope
he inhabited my soul and it choked him from within
now he scurries through the darkness
avoiding any last vestige of light; avoiding my eyes
he hides and he lies to rid himself of the truth
that he found within that last dance
he burned me, he scorned me, but then he adored me
he haunted my dreams and begged my return
but I found myself healing as I walked along the shore
the pace of my mind slowed; the peace of my mind showed
that at last I could let go and be myself once more
I walked in his shadow, until I found the light
before I lived like a shadow with no strength to fight
A poor tortured soul; I know how that feels
when love can't release him; thaw his soul cold as steel
Sometimes our love falls on stony ground
like the softness of rose petals and the hope that we once found
dashed against the rocks of life's lessons
deafened by the torment that resounds within our caissons
and lifts us up above the maelstrom of the storms
that threaten to define us and defile us; confine us
This is the summer of my transition
as I find my way back to the right path that heals me
I leave him far behind me; the nightmare recedes
now I sleep like an angel on clouds of soft dreams
and feel lucky that I am still here
amid the love of all my friends.
- AP – Copyright remains with the author
My artwork is a compilation of 3 of my photographs
'copyright image please do not reproduce without permission'