Tuesday, June 16, 2009

June on the Porch....


A song for friend....dearest fran...we could sit on my porch drink something cool...and watch the son set and talk of our sons...

Ben Taylor "Let it Be"....

3 comments:

enigma4ever said...

this song is haunting...I think it is about how sometimes life...is painful....intense...bittersweet...
memories and life experiences don't get any easier as we get older and wiser....

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The man in 119 takes his tea alone.
Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries.
I'm hearing opera through the door.
The souls of men and women, impassioned all.
Their voices climb and fall; battle trumpets call.
I fill the bath and climb inside, singing.

He will not touch their pastry
but every day they bring him more.
Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away
and then go and eat them on the shore.

I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand,
sing of a lover's fate sealed by jealous hate
then wash my hand in the sea.
With just three days more I'd have just about learned the entire score to Aida.

Holidays must end as you know.
All is memory taken home with me:
the opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all years ago.

Fran said...

Thanks E~ It's all been such a whirlwind... today was my day to have my own time to grieve. When I think about what just happened, I am overwhelmed.
But then I realize it was a good outcome.
Whew. Sweet songs.....

Fridoun said...

good choices. Nice songs