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September 01 Of Time and City-- Terence Davies
Between sleeping and waking,
earth does not revolve,
and slow turns the life of meagre timbre of dullest breath.
Between birth and dying,
some lovely moments grow,
and sorrows not known unitl tomorrow,
cloud the happy hours spent dreaming in the sun.
Between joy and consolation,
no easy path,
some flights of fancy,
some colour, glourious old Hollywood,
small comic England, black and white.
Between loving and hating,
the real journey starts,
let go the latter,
embrace the former,
then fall to heaven on a gentle smile.
Between waking and sleeping,
the earth resumes its turn,
the soft light fills the room,
the nightly demons perish from the bed,
and all humanity braves another day. TrackbacksThe trackback URL for this entry is: http://blued81.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!51252F0C896B3363!3199.trak Weblogs that reference this entry
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