A TREE GROWS IN A MILLION UNHEARD SOULS ...
“Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XhDGkg8SpQ
BLOOD OF EDEN – PETER GABRIEL & SINEAD O'CONNOR
... And when you left the fields of yellow
faded in the winds of time
the golden ears of corn bowed down
finally beyond all reason or rhyme
But now my heart has risen up
the fields are red adorned with flowers
the bluest mountains reach towards the heavens
the promise of Spring is surely ours
I thought there would never be anyone else
to replace you in my field of dreams
but gentle words flow like a river
and settle within me or so it seems
I want to believe in the everafter
when our souls will meet again
but for now I must seek the quantum of solace
in the absence of the gentlest rain
The silent tears roll down the years
and bathe me in a rosy glow
the sunshine warms me; holds me closely
I feel immense that all I know
Is carefully parcelled; tied with ribbon
red velvet bow soft to the touch
a secret gift to be opened slowly
unwrapped; unveiled and loved so much
Inspiration is my succour
that piques my salient desires
I know that you will understand me
be happy someone tends these fires
the burning embers that you left me
now ashes crumble in the dirt
dust is dust that once was earthbound
in Heaven there is no more hurt
My heart sings out the freedom of nature
like a bird on the wing I soar so high
above the mountains through the clouds
swooping towards an open sky
I reach the stars just as the night falls
and cloaks the earth in silent reverie
sweet dreams my love; I know you're smiling
your generosity sets me free
Love is freedom to be ourselves
no matter what direction we take
the ones who love us are happy for us
and theirs is the love we do not forsake
Be still my beating heart; be silent
only when the end is nigh
for I am alive and my joie de vie
my joy of life cannot be denied ...
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A TREE GROWS IN A MILLION UNHEARD SOULS ...
“Poetry, she thought, wasn't written to be analyzed; it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XhDGkg8SpQ
BLOOD OF EDEN – PETER GABRIEL & SINEAD O'CONNOR
... And when you left the fields of yellow
faded in the winds of time
the golden ears of corn bowed down
finally beyond all reason or rhyme
But now my heart has risen up
the fields are red adorned with flowers
the bluest mountains reach towards the heavens
the promise of Spring is surely ours
I thought there would never be anyone else
to replace you in my field of dreams
but gentle words flow like a river
and settle within me or so it seems
I want to believe in the everafter
when our souls will meet again
but for now I must seek the quantum of solace
in the absence of the gentlest rain
The silent tears roll down the years
and bathe me in a rosy glow
the sunshine warms me; holds me closely
I feel immense that all I know
Is carefully parcelled; tied with ribbon
red velvet bow soft to the touch
a secret gift to be opened slowly
unwrapped; unveiled and loved so much
Inspiration is my succour
that piques my salient desires
I know that you will understand me
be happy someone tends these fires
the burning embers that you left me
now ashes crumble in the dirt
dust is dust that once was earthbound
in Heaven there is no more hurt
My heart sings out the freedom of nature
like a bird on the wing I soar so high
above the mountains through the clouds
swooping towards an open sky
I reach the stars just as the night falls
and cloaks the earth in silent reverie
sweet dreams my love; I know you're smiling
your generosity sets me free
Love is freedom to be ourselves
no matter what direction we take
the ones who love us are happy for us
and theirs is the love we do not forsake
Be still my beating heart; be silent
only when the end is nigh
for I am alive and my joie de vie
my joy of life cannot be denied ...
- AP - Copyright © remains with and is the intellectual property of the author
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission