Aug 24 2008

The dreams of evening.

Tag:Tag , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — backstreetdreamer @ 8:47
Among the fields of faded dreams When day is done, or so it seems, I stand beside the padlocked gate And watch the evening as I wait, While breezes call from shadows deep As willows hang their heads and weep, The dreams of evening speak to me About the things they want to be. New born beginnings, new romance, Scattered windblown flowers dance, Promises on [...]

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Jun 23 2008

My Bonny True (A Scottish Stanza)

Tag:Tag , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , — David Pekrul @ 6:53
I walked the roads, both low and high, In search of where my bonny lie, And when I found her, I did cry, My bonny love, I know her spirit’s in the sky, Far up above. She’s freed from all her earthly woe, As in the ground she’s laid below, Where fields of purple heather grow, My bonny dear, I hear her voice, as breezes [...]

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