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Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Gypsy

Someone who will always hold a special place in my heart once sent me two disks full of music.  Today Jenica found them and demanded to listen to them.  It had been awhile since I had listened to them, and I was surprised at how much I needed to hear these songs again.

It’s too hard to explain why.  Words wouldn’t touch the sentiments or the messages behind them.  Kali knows, though, and that’s why she sent them in the first place.  About three songs in, Jenica said, “These are the very best songs, Mommy.  These are all my favorites.” 

Mine, too.

This one is dedicated to someone special, but again, it’s not something I can put into words.  As with most of my dedications, it’ll probably go unheard, unnoticed, unrecognized, but at least I’ll know.  That counts for something.

You come from far away
With pictures in your eyes
Of coffeeshops and morning streets
In the blue and silent sunrise
But night is the cathedral
Where we recognized the sign
We strangers know each other now
As part of the whole design

Oh, hold me like a baby
That will not fall asleep
Curl me up inside you
And let me hear you through the heat

You are the jester of this courtyard
With a smile like a girl’s
Distracted by the women
With the dimples and the curls
By the pretty and the mischievous
By the timid and the blessed
By the blowing skirts of ladies
Who promise to gather you to their breast

Oh, hold me like a baby
That will not fall asleep
Curl me up inside you
And let me hear you through the heat

You have hands of raining water
And that earring in your ear
The wisdom on your face
Denies the number of your years
With the fingers of the potter
And the laughing tale of the fool
The arranger of disorder
With your strange and simple rules
Yes now I’ve met me another spinner
Of strange and gauzy threads
With a long and slender body
And a bump upon the head

Oh, hold me like a baby
That will not fall asleep
Curl me up inside you
And let me hear you through the heat

With a long and slender body
And the sweetest softest hands
And we’ll blow away forever soon
And go on to different lands
And please do not ever look for me
But with me you will stay
And you will hear yourself in song
Blowing by one day

Oh, hold me like a baby
That will not fall asleep
Curl me up inside you
And let me hear you through the heat

Posted by Liberty on 06/15 at 03:17 AM
Posted under: Colorful

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Comments

Pooka  at  06/15/05 05:49 AM

Beautiful!  That’s my kind of imagery!  If I could write like that, I might be famous!

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MaxliderGrl  at  06/15/05 06:35 AM

I do know.

I need to find my copies. It’s been too long since I’ve been in touch with the places they take me.

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Krush  at  06/15/05 06:53 AM

Music has a way of touching the deepest memories and bringing out the deepest emotions.

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