Thursday, October 16, 2008

Part of a Song

"In the park the leaves are falling
 so begins the autumn again.
  Sun without a spark of heat
  shining cold in the room
  where I am.
  Staring out rainwater windows
  people walk the black boulevards
  blown about like falling leaves
  soft as memories through my tears.

  By the bridge the river's whisper
  echoes only emptiness i know
  floes of ice and frosted light
  l learned the lonely language long ago."

  Lyrics by Kevin Curran

 Happy Birthday a day late.


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