PONTIAC POPPIES
“We would search out the meadow carpeted in wild flowers, lay back and let our imaginations tell stories of what we saw painted in the white sky vapors.”
- POPPY : Young Persons' Coming Of Age Story by Pennel P. & James J. - Irwin
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?reload=9&v=ypApKTXuOxU
Enter One – Sol Seppy
All of these days
while I sleep and I wake
all of these nights
when I dream and partake
of the kind of love
known only in dreams
that pulls at my roots
where nothing is as it seems
and down in the meadow
where the poppies dance and play
I can drift; I can float
high above; not count the days
and then in the nights
those long endless sights
that are stored up in my mind
sweet memories so kind
and I can let go
finally let go of it all
resist all demands of my time
and just let myself free fall
where will I land
somewhere I will
then fully understand
the love that I feel
and all that passed before
will seem like a dream
that happened to someone else
and not me or so it seems
let go of the past
live here and now
forget all the grievances
that brought me low
but hold on to the lessons
the ones that helped me grow
those small seeds of wisdom
that took hold; now I sow
and spread all I learned
at the hand of the angels
when I was down on my knees
I found healing and bangles
that cut into my wrists
left me hurt; I bled out
but I will never regret
because now I can shout
from the rooftops; the clouds
about the way distance can heal
pain that seems beyond endurance
can turn the way that I feel
and instil grace in the darkness
so the light that is within
shines out through the cracks
and goodness can win
now in the stillness
now in the light
there's no need for anything
when you're holding me tight
in the circle of your love
in the warmth of your arms
I am free to be me
feeling so peaceful and calm.
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PONTIAC POPPIES
“We would search out the meadow carpeted in wild flowers, lay back and let our imaginations tell stories of what we saw painted in the white sky vapors.”
- POPPY : Young Persons' Coming Of Age Story by Pennel P. & James J. - Irwin
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?reload=9&v=ypApKTXuOxU
Enter One – Sol Seppy
All of these days
while I sleep and I wake
all of these nights
when I dream and partake
of the kind of love
known only in dreams
that pulls at my roots
where nothing is as it seems
and down in the meadow
where the poppies dance and play
I can drift; I can float
high above; not count the days
and then in the nights
those long endless sights
that are stored up in my mind
sweet memories so kind
and I can let go
finally let go of it all
resist all demands of my time
and just let myself free fall
where will I land
somewhere I will
then fully understand
the love that I feel
and all that passed before
will seem like a dream
that happened to someone else
and not me or so it seems
let go of the past
live here and now
forget all the grievances
that brought me low
but hold on to the lessons
the ones that helped me grow
those small seeds of wisdom
that took hold; now I sow
and spread all I learned
at the hand of the angels
when I was down on my knees
I found healing and bangles
that cut into my wrists
left me hurt; I bled out
but I will never regret
because now I can shout
from the rooftops; the clouds
about the way distance can heal
pain that seems beyond endurance
can turn the way that I feel
and instil grace in the darkness
so the light that is within
shines out through the cracks
and goodness can win
now in the stillness
now in the light
there's no need for anything
when you're holding me tight
in the circle of your love
in the warmth of your arms
I am free to be me
feeling so peaceful and calm.
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission