Hyndford street
taken way way back
to memories of Hyndford street
where deep rivers touch the stonecarved banks where
the legend is still alive
taken through life and music
wondering
how he could frame silence
with a sound
contemplate and be taken away
to where the night shines in remembrance
mutual understanding of dreams
playing on the radioshow of everyday
waiting patiently on the next ship that comes sailing
out of the waters of another Avalon sunset
unreflective memories taken to the very heart
words and images wound up in the strings of a guitar go to the head
so pass the cigarets and
have another round of Irish whiskey
for this is jazz boys...
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 06 november 2004 | ||
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