I LOVE ART-DESIGN-POETRY-ARCHITECTURE-NATURE-PHOTOGRAFY-SPIRITUALIT Y-TRAVELS!
Hey my Love...play a song for me. I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Though I know that evening's empire has returned into sand, vanished from my hand left me blindy here to stand but still no sleeping. I'm randed on my feet I have no one to meet and the ancient empty streets too dead for dreaming.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship
my senses have been stripped, I'm ready to go anywhere I'm ready for to fade into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way. I promise to go under it.though you might hear laughing spinning swinging madly across the sun, it's no aimed at anyone
it's just escaping on the run and but for the sky
there are no fences facing and if you hear vague traces
of skipping reels of rhyme it's just a ragged clown behind i wouldn't pay it any mind it's only a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing.
Then take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves the haunted frightened trees out to the windy beach
far from the twisted reach
of crazy sorrow...
yes to dance beneath the diamond sky
with one hand waving free silhouetted by the sea
circled by the circus sands with all memory and fate
driven deep beneath the waves
let me forget about today until tomorrow
Hey, my love...play a son for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place i'm going to
in the jingle jangle morning
I'll come following you.(Bob Dylan)
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