Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Nocturne (1993)

The night speaks to me amazing words:
Dangerous thoughts of things that are new to me.
Inside me herons of blue in a white stream
Vanish in a flight of fancy freedom,
to where they came from.
Leaving who I was is nothing when compared to hearing what the night birds sing,
of where they come from.

Inside me rivers, unchartered and unseen,
Suddenly they flow with new-found fury.
Memories tighten as dreams take their toll.
And with what little strength I have left,
I lift my head defiantly
And sing my song for absolutely no one

(Sung by Diane Penning).



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