18/03/2006
Winding down from a day of peace
even then, as bedtime draws near,
thoughts and reminiscences of the week
come racing through my mind,
sped up thanks to red wine
quite uninvited I might say,
just like last night, as I lay,
not succeeding in turning off my mind...
I can see, hear and read a flame,
and as I do that, breathe it in too,
as the fire in my heart is given food.
The ponderings of a lone heart
may be depressing at times
but may also bring intense joy...
Or, what do I know, I am he.
Not a regular member of a family,
the strange one, what is wrong?
Moving from place to place.
Maybe one day I'll find myself
in a place that is home, where I belong.
That is my hope, and my song...
even then, as bedtime draws near,
thoughts and reminiscences of the week
come racing through my mind,
sped up thanks to red wine
quite uninvited I might say,
just like last night, as I lay,
not succeeding in turning off my mind...
I can see, hear and read a flame,
and as I do that, breathe it in too,
as the fire in my heart is given food.
The ponderings of a lone heart
may be depressing at times
but may also bring intense joy...
Or, what do I know, I am he.
Not a regular member of a family,
the strange one, what is wrong?
Moving from place to place.
Maybe one day I'll find myself
in a place that is home, where I belong.
That is my hope, and my song...
