Saturday, October 8, 2011
Your hand reaches out to someone beyond me.
A date you'd arranged years ago?
Perhaps an old love;
Their madness forgiven.
As your ribcage rises for that final sigh,
And your days of crazy are ended.
The voyage you have lived for,
In death now, begins.
I miss your crazy, when I'm in my own.
I should have asked more questions.
You birthed me, then you nagged:
'It's late love, just go home!'
I wanted to walk; see you safely onboard;
To tell them that you hate to drive too fast.
I dearly hope they KNOW you.
I wish that I KNEW more.
Maureen Walsh - October 2011
I heard this song by Kate Melua on the radio the other day, while I was arranging flowers for James and Melanie's wedding, yesterday. I had forgotten how much I like it!
The older I get, the more I think we are all more than a little crazy! The older I get, the more I realize that rationale is a fool!
Ciao for now