Showing posts with label time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label time. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

What Shall I Take


What shall I take with me to forever

I could take time
What would be the best thing
Maybe I'll take forever
Should I take the warmth of a friend
The smile of a love
But first I shall find them
Will I pack a happy ending
And place it in my satchel
Or fold up a memory to fit in a pocket
Will I take with me a poem
I could take two
What would be the brightest things
Maybe I'll find two

I don't remember what I brought here

I could have come with nothing
Maybe I came with the best things
Maybe I came with forever
Did I bring the warmth of a friend
The smile of a love
If so I must have lost them
Did I pack a happy ending
And bring it in my satchel
Or a folded memory tucked into my pocket
Did I bring a poem
Maybe I brought two
What were those brightest things
I brought with me from forever

© RachelleMay 2003

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"Time"

Alan Parsons Project


Lyrics:

Time flowing like a river, Time beckoning me.

Who knows when we shall meet again, if ever
But time, keeps flowing like a river, to the sea.
Goodbye my love, maybe for forever.
Goodbye my love, the tide waits for me.
Who knows when we shall meet again, if ever.
But time, keeps flowing like a river... on and on,
to the sea.... to the sea...
Till its gone forever... gone forever...
Gone forever... Ahhhhhhh
Goodbye my friend, maybe for forever.
Goodbye my friend, who knows when we shall meet again.
The stars wait for me.
Who knows when we shall meet again, if ever
But time... keeps flowing like a river..
To the sea... to the sea...
Till its gone forever... gone forever...
Gone forever... Ahhhhhhh
Forever more!!
Forever more!!
Forever more!!

Friday, February 19, 2010

Roses & Linen


There are roses in the snow, like wrinkles in time. I contemplate. I turn them around in my mind and take in their fragrance, as if they hold the secret of deliverance.

Petals, like droplets of red and melancholy pink lay quiet on tufts of linen. Each fold and shadow whispers the invitation to crawl beneath and be transported to another place, far from here.


© Rachelle


"Terminal Frost"
by Pink Floyd
(w/New Machine 1&2)