Category: Jam Session
May i kiss your wound,
maybe that will heal my soul.
Free me from this tomb,light my darkness and make me {whole}..................
Let me take your hand and together we shall fly
to a lonely place,where as lovers we can die....
In a land so dark,seven moons,eternal nights,wish a sky of a thousand stars, yes for us there is no light....
There {waits} no lights .
Alex, I take it these are words to a song of lovers two and yet to me it gives thot of when decades ago as a Child when run I would and a tumble take, those words to the same effect were said by my folks...Memories keep flashing in and out of my mind/my soul/ to where it is like the way of going on is going back and transforming memory into a reality aNew. Like for example, sometimes, well, more often than not, my thots are that REALLY the ONLY way out of personal overwhelming hurt/grief/and all is Yes, to reach out to another and therby forgetting self as the self of another is care given compassionetly to. Like for example, and Yes, I realize I am a bit wordy here...please bear with me..it is just I am remembering the sweetest of elderly Ladies of the Community I reside in. She so full of spirit and vitality...always reaching out to others though great her pain of like knee joints locking in pain... ALWAYS a Story she would share of her young days in travels abroad. By taking the time to share in hours with her over a lemonade and sweet conversation I would be given to forget personal wounds as it were and for her she was Young once again as her memory recalled of times so Bright in her Life...