Thursday, January 01, 2009

anyway

a song of exquisite sadness falls note after note through the night
beautiful beyond the tears of our ordinary lives
caf├ęs and bars and beds both strange and familiar
the old pull of family thumps chords in our roots
deep and resounding

yes, the old loves are still there
and the heart aches with remembering
wanting to turn the clock back
to feel those old feelings again
before you outgrew your sense of wonder
and fell into a world of fear

a bird sings to the morning
and the sun sings to the morning
and my heart sings to the morning
anyway ...