You could not have eaten all my dreams no, you couldnt have eaten my dreams and Im crying for you, sister Im crying aloud for you, brother. Sometimes when I look at you and I see your smile and eyes a-twinkle and I want to rush over and hug you close and fly away to the land where the sun never sets and the flowers are always in bloom and the dew never dries and the wind is forever soft and the children are always singing and playing and the rosy cheek ladies all smile and flutter eyes at the strapping young men and the music never stops and time never starts so it never ends but we can never stop time without stopping life and its love of life I am celebrating. and its the mad rush to experience the life of this land. Im crying. Im crying. but its these tears of joy the water of celebration and the sparks of life that fly from the point in time/space to all that heals the wounds and mends the scars of this old heart. Theres been pain. Theres been sorrow. Life goes on for the living and only stops in the mind of memories. The waves of sorrow are the empty spaces in the waves of joy and life remains a meeting of sky and water, cloud and hill. The earth moves slowly beneath these surface changes. And my dreams, my dreams, the scope. Too much for one man, they spill and roll out. They cover the canvas and manuscript. Jump up from formless clay and discarded metal. And crying in celebration for life is too big to be lived in less than total life. Ho! Oliver Loveday © 9/20/85/3pmEDT
Posted on: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 10:26:40 +0000
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