I Miss the Days
I miss the days that I remember. I’ve missed the days when I forget. Seems the only days I haven’t missed are the days that haven’t happened yet.
I miss the days that I remember. I’ve missed the days when I forget. Seems the only days I haven’t missed are the days that haven’t happened yet.
You fall, and you’re surprised.And we’re surprised that you don’t cry.And I guess that you are wiseto choose not to cry without a why.
How do you imagine heaven?A desert nomad imagines greenand water flowing all around.A relocated businessman imaginesa family reunion in a small town.And I imagine something likethe big kitchen in the hostel in Lisboa,where we’re all laughing and talking and cooking … Continued
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A place to heat, a place to cool,a place for goose or greens or gruel,a place for kindness and for kin,a place to start each day againwith coffee from the coffeepot.A kitchen is a lovely spot.
Life is complicated, eh?There’s not much else that I can say.
The longest day of the year.The shortest night.I think of those whose days are filled with fear,their dark with fright,so no matter where the earth does turn,they cannot win.Oh Lord, please give this eartha brand new spin.
True love lets him sleep till noonor even past. I’ll wake him soon,but I have found, sometimes the bestway to love is to let rest.
A luka luka bluka leh?Yes, soon we will go out and play.Ek koba kuba goba woo?Yes, and daddy will come too.Odak odook bolayaglo.Oh, now that I didn’t know.A deeka deeka beeka nee.I love it when you talk to me.