Take the road back home
my angel is made of smoke
when jokes are lost in a whisky glas
when everything is made of dreams
grey clouds bring yesterdays tears
in a window pain
the morning sunlight
visions of the day
madly distorded visions
and the interpretation of silence
but music still shakes your bones
take the long way round
with rainbows in the snow
and the dead valley blues
drinks every booze
a dollar for a dream
on a rainy day
there are many ways to go
and private trains to travel
to places we all want to explore,
and adore.
and eventually the mind,
takes it's road back home
J.S.2006
when jokes are lost in a whisky glas
when everything is made of dreams
grey clouds bring yesterdays tears
in a window pain
the morning sunlight
visions of the day
madly distorded visions
and the interpretation of silence
but music still shakes your bones
take the long way round
with rainbows in the snow
and the dead valley blues
drinks every booze
a dollar for a dream
on a rainy day
there are many ways to go
and private trains to travel
to places we all want to explore,
and adore.
and eventually the mind,
takes it's road back home
J.S.2006
Reacties op dit gedicht
| *_KOALIE_*: | Zondag, februari 18, 2007 22:26 |
| Prachtig gewoon! Ik wou dat ik zo kon schrijven... Maar daar zal ik nog lang voor moeten oefenen denk ik ;) Liefs |
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| M@rcel: | Dinsdag, juli 18, 2006 20:22 |
| wat ontzettend prachtig geschreven Jurgen Liefs M@rcel |
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| switi lobi: | Dinsdag, juli 18, 2006 13:54 |
| Between the lines of writing lay the fields of fighting in a life that came along like whispers in a morningsong... Beeldschoon dicht...... Liefsliefs, switi lobi |
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| Roland Hainje: | Dinsdag, juli 18, 2006 13:35 |
| mooi gedaan, lijkt wel blues! the booz, brengt je in vreemde situaties;) groetjes, roland |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 juli 2006 | ||
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