Monday, 9 June 2008

Like a fire fly...

Fire fly
Fire fly
Burn so bright
Set the night alight
Light up dreams
Stick them in the mind
Then you disappear.
Where do you go to?
Under which leaf?
Is it damp?
Is it cold...
My bones ache.
.....................................
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

- Robert Allen Zimmerman

2 comments:

pixeleen said...

Isn't that what makes dreams so poignant? Tis the nostalgia of what can be if everything were right that make it so real. I empathize...

Dunja said...

Interesting to know.