Posted by: Artsy Squibbles | September 24, 2006

Poetry or Lyrics? Perhaps it’s both.

PERHAPS

Perhaps in another lifetime

Might be in a different dream.

We’ll find the things we both wanted

while crossing some gentle stream.

No rolling rivers, no crashing falls,

No mighty oceans to cross.

But until then my loneliness calls

when I hear the Albatross.

You have your Coolibah shadows at dusk,

I’ve my weeping willow at dawn

Both of us have empty pillows at night

for us to lay all our dreams on.

Perhaps we’ll meet one another

Mid way on some quiet sand bar

With gentle waters playing

Beneath a magical star.

Perhaps love will happen tomorrow,

For each of us in our own ruins,

As fate twists in and out of our lives

like a flute with many tunes.

Yes, you have your Coolibah shadows

and I have my willow at dawn

each with our own empty pillows

for us to lay all our dreams on.

Perhaps the angels will hear us

and offer their feathers for flight

That we may at least spend our dreams

holding one another at night.

(repeat)

Yes, you have your Coolibah shadows

and I’ve my willows that weep

all the dreams that life knows, like a river that flows,

showing each of the memories we keep.

What we have whenever we sleep.

copyright 2006 KB MCANELLY

def. 2

1984

Dusty River

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