I HAVE NO THOUGHTS OF TIME

A CELEBRATION OF INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY

 

“So I am not a broken heart.

I am not the weight I lost or miles I ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whisky because my apartment was empty and if I were to be this empty I wanted something solid to sleep on. Like concrete.

I am not this year and I am not your fault.

I am muscles building cells, a little every day, because they broke that day, but bones are stronger once they heal and I am smiling to the bus driver and replacing my groceries once a week and I am not sitting for hours in the shower anymore.

I am the way a life unfolds and blooms and seasons come and go and I am the way the Spring always finds a way to turn even the coldest Winter into a field of green and flowers and new life.

I am not your fault.”

 

― Charlotte Eriksson

 

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2xODjbfYw8

WHO KNOWS WHERE THE TIMES GOES – SANDY DENNY & FAIRPORT CONVENTION

 

I long to hear the blackbird speak

forget old man Winter's icy grip

fold away my Winter clothes

put on lighter shoes; the pages flip

as my diary turns to warmer thoughts

and dreams of sunny days ahead

blossoms hanging drowsily

bowing and nodding their sleepy heads

already the daffodils and crocuses

pop up and greet me in the morn

even little daisies begin to smatter

and scatter with other wildflowers on the lawns

sparrows dart from tree to tree

excited and happy they chirrup and bring

a light-hearted feeling to my Winter soul

a Spring in my step that makes my heart sing

and breathe; enjoy all things beautiful

capture imagination and bottle it

keep it safe until next Winter comes

take it down from the shelf and take a sip

I am sure it will see me through the many

cold, wet and windy Winter's yet to come

if I just keep topping up the best of memories

the warm ones; the loving ones filled with sun

it may seem such a romantic notion

the gathering of this romantic potion

but just a little will last through the seasons

a touch of goodness; a balm-like lotion

if I could do it I would you know

and I would give you a bottle each

set them sail like vessels on the ocean

perpetual sunshine within easy reach

so if you are ever wandering along the sea line

stop to look between the shells and seaweed

you never know you may find some treasure

a bottle of love and sunshine is most all we need

but don't get me wrong, I love the rain

I embrace the snow and the cold

but sometimes my bones ache for the warmth of the sun

to seep through and steep my heart and soul

in the Summer I'll moan if it's too hot

in the Winter I'll moan if it blows too cold

like Goldilocks and her porridge I would like it just so

but nothing is perfect; I know that of old

so I hug to me the slight imperfections

that make up the whole of me

and I hug all the ones I happen across

and give thanks for such wonderful serendipity.

 

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