Yellow is the name of the Song

A certain song that I used to know …

In a certain way, that it used to be sung,

I felt it play all over again, in my mind,

Why? Or, haven’t I had, left them all behind?

 

A song that I taught myself to sing …

I sang it day and night, sang it along,

With all those whom I knew, I felt,

Once, it take a life its own, and left me behind.

 

I feel taken, through the pastures all over again,

That I promised myself that I’d not return,

Ever to … but, I think, return I should.

The why is a thing, I’d have to make as I go…

 

So, I’m inching, speeding and inching again,

With a fistful of fragmented afterthoughts,

That I’d kept away. This morning, as I opened

Up the table-drawers , a yellow breeze did flow in …

 

From somewhere, I hope not, that it was from within.

Dedication: For Sindy, …if this’d lift her spirits .

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Walking the Ways

Take my hand in yours
And we’ll walk
Like the road shall never bend
Like the day shall never end

Love, O’ With you I’ll walk

Tell me this isn’t a dream
Painted in black and white,
O’ I know this isn’t but just to be sure dear love,
Will you?

Don’t look back
For your sadness –
It’ll dishearten me ever more.

Take my heart with you
And we’ll talk
Like the heart isn’t ever empty
Any way with you let me be
Love, O’ With you I’ll talk

Tell me this is forever …
Love shall begin to speak
Catching up with rain’s rhythm, hum a tune for me,
Will you?

Don’t look away
Like in distress
I want this to feel like before.

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