A weblog by Jonathan Ali
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| Notes from a small island A weblog by Jonathan Ali |
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Friday, December 05, 2003 Time takes care of the wound so I can believe You had so much to give, you thought I couldn’t see Gifts for boot heels to crush, promises deceived I had to send it away to bring us back again Your eyes and body bright in silent waters, deep Your precious daughter in the other room, asleep A kiss goodnight from every stranger that I meet I had to send it away to bring us back again Morning theft, unpretender left, ungrateful True self is what brought you here to me A place where we can accept this love Friendship battered down by useless history Unexamined failure What am I still to you? Some thief who stole from you? Or some fool drama queen whose chances were few? That brings us to who we need A place where we can tame A heart that beats as both siphon and reservoir You’re a woman, I’m a calf You’re a window, I’m a knife We come together, making chance in the starlight Meet me tomorrow night, or any day you want I have no right to wonder just how or when You know the meaning fits There’s no relief in this I miss my beautiful friend I had to send it away to bring her back again -- “Morning Theft” by Jeff Buckley, from the (posthumous)1998 album, (Sketches for) My Sweetheart the Drunk. posted by Jonathan | 7:12 AM 0 comments 0 Comments: |
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