Just looking...

People looking at the world .

Through their own beliefs . Through their own experience . Through their own agendas .

Through their own eyes

31st December 2007

The Monastary

Monks

In to the mayhem............

Some dreams ....

...............Stay that way

Bird watching

Piano man

Piano man sing to me

how it used to be

start with the middle C and tell me

what I used to dream

frosty mornings and coffee in bed her coffee cup , stain

a circle on my half done poem

remind me the time, into the mirror I said

well, happy people have no stories to tell

Piano man tell me In Octaves , in semi tones

how little it took to live

a perfect life ,right out of a magazine

remind me how I swore

we would survive on just marmalade & toast

how I for hours driftlessly walked

in my hand cradled ,her hand was

dusk after dusk , we watched the setting sun paint the sky , never bored

Now stop the music

at that sharp E, my friend

Piano man try to explain

while I cling to memories, how the shimmer waned

how colour pink picked a somber shade

how and why it changed

End of show

Well ladies and gentlemen

it wasn't going to last forever

now it is over , for today

As I will miss my last train

Travel sick