Bridge
On
the bridge I could see things brighter
A
longing to lay down beside her
By
the moon I saw clearly
Things
which made me so weary
But
what god would keep me from falling?
And
what halo could answer my calling?
In
the narrow night I could feel the desire
But
no light, no warmth, nor fire
By
the moonlight I wanted to drown
Dull
pain kept pulling me down
But
what mother would wake me from dreaming?
And
no ghost to explain the meaning
I
found it was you
I
wake and I saw
It's
still real
I
froze to the bone
When
seeing I'm still all alone
And
the sea is bluer when we're alone
(c) Pia
(c) Pia
Über mich
- LaColada
- "There was a time when all inspiration came out of words and all precious was written When we lay under trees and wished for the sun to stay" Literatur = „Die Kunst, Außergewöhnliches an gewöhnlichen Menschen zu entdecken und darüber mit gewöhnlichen Worten Außergewöhnliches zu sagen." (Pasternak)
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