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A SONG FOR YOU,
Etta
You are not mine to keep.
I may never possess you.
I just wish to take care of you for a while.
You have lived for years and years.
Yet your life, you, you seem to have awaited me,
I wonder the truth, could it be,
Had a sweet fortune intervened
And destined us to share our heart and soul?
Had a book with these self-same lines,
Had it sat out time?
Then had it stood, raised itself and appeared before me,
Insisting I copy the words from its pages,
That I might make them known,
And have world to hear when I read them to you?
And within this moment, our time and place,
That I have these tools ready for me,
The instant reference to books and words
A starry heaven held aloft by billions of gigabytes,
Spheres within spheres of information, now and eternal,
A noosphere of electronic storage, at my command,
That utterance may be given unto me,
That I may open my mouth boldly,
Oh, the wonder of it all, this love,
The remembrance of things past, between us,
The foretold promise of happy future, laid before us,
The mystery of this love, this love.
Up and down the country roads,
Along this big ol’ city’s streets,
You have had some tears and smiles,
And your plenty share of dreams and wish come true.
Yearnings never go out of style.
Do you ever cry when you‘re alone
When I am not by your side?
Do you silently wait for me?
Do you ever consider how it is that you have abandoned
A person with whom you have had much in common?
Then, when once I cease to live,
Someone else will appear, I suppose.
I know you have had lucky breaks,
Found fair quota of goodly things.
You can not be blamed
– many were my mistakes.
You have lived your life putting on a happy face,
A stiff upper lip when presented with adversity
I write this song so you might know,
Should you happen upon trouble,
Times of fear and woe, or nightmare,
When past demons beset you,
If one day you loose your course and fail,
You have this verse, my love for you,
And I trust you remember the times I sat behind
The wheel, and steered you safely home.
You are not mine to keep.
I just take care of you for a while.
You have lived for years and years.
Yet your life, you, you seem to have awaited me,
I wonder the truth, could it be,
Had a sweet fortune intervened
And destined us to share our heart and soul?
Saturday, April 30, 2011
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