STILL WARM AFTER THE GLOW
“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2EBncYrozA
MEMORY LOVES YOU – SOPHIE ZELMANI
In dappled sunlight I look across
the lane; the red bricks; window panes
the fences that are inbetween
the hedges; fledglings sing their songs
I feel at peace where I belong
deep in the countryside where time
stands still; where timeless rural scenes of mine
and all those folk who walked before
who trod this ground; this earthy core
of my existence; golden hours
the endless; frameless; bowls of flowers
valleys; fields and silent witnesses
sheep as quiet as ancient tombs
the coolness of the stone church floors
that balm my soul and heal my wounds
I never heard such silent sheep
but they are quiet because they sleep
in blessed peace where no-one shouts
no cars that roar; no roundabouts
the curving; winding country lanes
the turning seasons; weather vanes
the spinning; whirling winds of change
don't linger here; all stays the same
and I am fortunate to be here
to stand; to sit; to meditate
I hear a distant church bell calling
not yet for me; it's not my fate
the biggest, tallest daisies grow here
the fertile soil; the sweetest toil
let meadows; lush, green natural carpet
roll out around and down the hill
meadowsweet and warbling willows
hidden in the canopies
birds of all kinds make their homes here
their world above my head in trees
thick with foliage beneath sheltered skies
here lies the truth; no place for lies
I close my eyes and listen intently
the subtlety of nature's sounds
the heartbeat of the world contentedly
thrums soft rhythms beneath the clouds
I can feel the sweet vibrations
beneath my feet and warmly spread
through my veins and warm my bones
root me; save me; fill my head
with dreams of always living in this moment
one repetition I wouldn't mind
for Heaven exists in moments like this
brings hope to my heart; to my soul; divine.
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HFF : 0))
STILL WARM AFTER THE GLOW
“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2EBncYrozA
MEMORY LOVES YOU – SOPHIE ZELMANI
In dappled sunlight I look across
the lane; the red bricks; window panes
the fences that are inbetween
the hedges; fledglings sing their songs
I feel at peace where I belong
deep in the countryside where time
stands still; where timeless rural scenes of mine
and all those folk who walked before
who trod this ground; this earthy core
of my existence; golden hours
the endless; frameless; bowls of flowers
valleys; fields and silent witnesses
sheep as quiet as ancient tombs
the coolness of the stone church floors
that balm my soul and heal my wounds
I never heard such silent sheep
but they are quiet because they sleep
in blessed peace where no-one shouts
no cars that roar; no roundabouts
the curving; winding country lanes
the turning seasons; weather vanes
the spinning; whirling winds of change
don't linger here; all stays the same
and I am fortunate to be here
to stand; to sit; to meditate
I hear a distant church bell calling
not yet for me; it's not my fate
the biggest, tallest daisies grow here
the fertile soil; the sweetest toil
let meadows; lush, green natural carpet
roll out around and down the hill
meadowsweet and warbling willows
hidden in the canopies
birds of all kinds make their homes here
their world above my head in trees
thick with foliage beneath sheltered skies
here lies the truth; no place for lies
I close my eyes and listen intently
the subtlety of nature's sounds
the heartbeat of the world contentedly
thrums soft rhythms beneath the clouds
I can feel the sweet vibrations
beneath my feet and warmly spread
through my veins and warm my bones
root me; save me; fill my head
with dreams of always living in this moment
one repetition I wouldn't mind
for Heaven exists in moments like this
brings hope to my heart; to my soul; divine.
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission
HFF : 0))