Τετάρτη, 9 Ιουνίου 2010

THE LIGHTHOUSE



music, poetry and pictures music from O.S.T. 1971 - Prelude of the Snow poem by Chris McKenna

Today my life changed,
Today what was once simple
became more complicated,
more compicated than even I could forsee

Out of the confusion,
soilidity was starting to form
Then down into flames
my dreams of an ending were shot

A few simple words,
from a chance encounter
A few simple words,
A few simple words to seemingly seal a fate

Now once-more I drift,
ever downwards to pits of sorrow
jaws opening wide,
beckoning and calling to await my soul

The scene shifs to a beach,
A beach of a curving bay -
Standing on this beach with friends
A lighthouse beckons me, but I don't go

Now I sit and wonder why,
In surroundings so familar
yet surrondings so vague
Wondering where I do I go? Wondering who will be there?

Is there a point?
Somewhere calls a yes
from where I know not,
But a long-haul has begun, it has begun

This lighthouse still calls
Tommorrow I will follow
Tommorrow
What should fill with hope, meets an empty heart

To sit and dream,
To sit and remember,
to sit and ponder
To sit and contemplate me

Of this I know not
Of where of why of when?
Give me a strength
Give me love, give me a friend