Tuesday, April 05, 2005


FOR EMILY, WHENEVER I MAY FIND HER

What I dream I had:
Pressed in organdy;
Clothed in crinoline of smoky burgundy;
Softer than the rain.
I wandered empty streets
Down past the shop displays.
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping down the alley ways,
As I walked on.

And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed with the night.
We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight,
I held your hand.
And when I awoke and felt you warm and near,
I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears.
Oh I love you, girl.
Oh, I love you.

(porque eu quero
que esta menina
mergulhe fundo no mundo,
na vida
e no amor
e seja
feliz,
feliz
feliz
she┬┤s my pride & joy)

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