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Array ( [sid] => 98878 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Hours (in May) [time] => 2005-06-21 19:06:22 [hometext] => A goodbye to many things...I hope you can get something from this. [bodytext] => It was May-
the lillies in Seattle
crowded store fronts
like so many upturned faces
of children
begging for attention

We walked often then
(and moved too)
along the water front
or amongst the tourists on the sidewalk
or in your apartment

And we spoke, also
not just with mouths
but with hands
as they often do
when in prayer
or our bodies
when under cover of night

I told you
in the gathering darkness
that I had lost my faith in silence
and somehow
you managed to shed just enough light
for me to glimpse it again

And I thought, no faltered
and thought again
that maybe it would stay

That maybe your hand
(or your wings)
would hold off my inevitable death
foolish though I was

Then we parted
the hours we shared
had paused
and I felt
no thought
that time would begin again

But it stopped
and I was left holding empty words
and drops of water
that seemingly fell from your window

Now I can't breathe
knowing your house is no longer empty
and I still cry for your music
and I still see the hours
behind these blue eyes

I know now about your dirty secret
it's still me
but he knows
and it helps me sleep at night
even when I hear that music
or smell lillies in Seattle
like it's May all over again.

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The Hours (in May)

Contributed by Blu on Tuesday, 21st June 2005 @ 07:06:22 PM in AEST
Topic: goodbyepoetry

It was May-
the lillies in Seattle
crowded store fronts
like so many upturned faces
of children
begging for attention

We walked often then
(and moved too)
along the water front
or amongst the tourists on the sidewalk
or in your apartment

And we spoke, also
not just with mouths
but with hands
as they often do
when in prayer
or our bodies
when under cover of night

I told you
in the gathering darkness
that I had lost my faith in silence
and somehow
you managed to shed just enough light
for me to glimpse it again

And I thought, no faltered
and thought again
that maybe it would stay

That maybe your hand
(or your wings)
would hold off my inevitable death
foolish though I was

Then we parted
the hours we shared
had paused
and I felt
no thought
that time would begin again

But it stopped
and I was left holding empty words
and drops of water
that seemingly fell from your window

Now I can't breathe
knowing your house is no longer empty
and I still cry for your music
and I still see the hours
behind these blue eyes

I know now about your dirty secret
it's still me
but he knows
and it helps me sleep at night
even when I hear that music
or smell lillies in Seattle
like it's May all over again.

Copyright © Blu ... [ 2005-06-21 19:06:22]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: The Hours (in May) (User Rating: 1 )
by Fionndruinne on Tuesday, 21st June 2005 @ 07:36:01 PM AEST
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Lovely and sad. This is a true lyric, full of beautiful images and deep emotion. There is much to this.

May the road rise up to meet you.

Andrew

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