I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.
Thursday, 1 January 2009
Simon And Garfunkel: For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
"What a dream I had:
Pressed in organdy;
Clothed in crinoline of smoky burgundy;
Softer than the rain.
I wandered empty streets
Down past the shop displays.
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alley ways,
As I walked on.
And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed with the night.
We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight,
I held your hand.
And when I awoke and felt you warm and near,
I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears.
Oh I love you, girl.
Oh, I love you."
Simon And Garfunkel: For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
ahhh .... i love the romance of this
ReplyDelete(though scratchy crinolines and walking upon prickly junipers ??)
even better than kathy's song ... apparently my YouTube phobia is being quite challenged at grit-n-gears ... stop that!
i have a monthly youtube quota, you know.
xxx