Tuesday, February 24, 2009 . 21:31
yearning for a pastoral life,
at a dell where i will dwell,
afar from the grandeur,
words and lyrics are my chattels,
will that be enough,
enough to entice thy heart,
dreams and dreams filled my pockets,
empty pockets full of dreams are my best-est.
soaring sky seems within my reach,
what a fool was i.
yet steady bliss, and all of love,
i did not cease but chases and wooed,
somewhat pensively i wooed,
sang of love, with quiet blending,
slow to begin, and never ending,
of thoughtful faith, and inward glee
that was my song to begin with.
at a dell where i will dwell,
afar from the grandeur,
words and lyrics are my chattels,
will that be enough,
enough to entice thy heart,
dreams and dreams filled my pockets,
empty pockets full of dreams are my best-est.
soaring sky seems within my reach,
what a fool was i.
yet steady bliss, and all of love,
i did not cease but chases and wooed,
somewhat pensively i wooed,
sang of love, with quiet blending,
slow to begin, and never ending,
of thoughtful faith, and inward glee
that was my song to begin with.
Julien. L