Could you see me if I got any closer?
If you looked over your shoulder
And saw the mirrors reflection grazed onto the moon?
This is not the time for dim recall
Nor for the dewy eyed remembrance
Of the lost days spent star gazing and skimming stones.
We wrote our history in chalk dust
So that the winds of memory
Would blow and cast those thoughts away like crumbs.
words by cocaine jesus
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Monday, January 30, 2006
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16 comments:
the winds are forgetfulness are upon us, cj. but you've woken some ghost sleeping inside me. maybe you can write it back to sleep?
NOOOOOOO...
trans>>>i'll try but i no good with ghosts.
inkblot>>>YEEEESSSSSSSSS!
"We wrote our history in chalk dust
So that the winds of memory
Would blow and cast those thoughts away like crumbs." Straight forward and moving on *zzzzooooooommmmmm*
xfreakx>>>firstly that is one great blog name that you have there. secondly, some relationships are faster than others!
"Of the lost days spent star gazing and skimming stones."
nicely said
i love
to skip stones
first learned how
off a shallow on the river thames
when i was 7
and however
each time
it is with guilt for
taking so much
pleasure
in tossing away
the thing i loved
blog this>>>river thames? really? when?
this coming summer
it will have been
28 years ago
when i was seven
on holiday with my family
dad was teaching
summer session
at oxford
we also
have a photo
me and sibs
playing pooh sticks
of a bridge
in the palace gardens
at blenheim
blog this>>>pooh sticks! we've had some great times with my kids playing pooh sticks.
small world eh?
every childhood should
be filled
with countelss hours
of pooh sticks
plus one hour more
Egad! A display of versatility from a splendid writer.
I'd also comment on the pooh sticks, but I haven't a clue. Sounds dirty.
Ô¿Ô>>>pooh sticks as played by winnie the pooh and christopher robin in the one hundred acre wood.
not dirty but silly (in the best possible way)
"We wrote our history in chalk dust
So that the winds of memory
Would blow and cast those thoughts away like crumbs."
You should have used magic marker!
mathias>>>now why didn't i think of that? damn.
silvermoon>>>hopefully we will soon be seeing your words here too.
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