If you love something set it free.
To fly in the light and against the breeze.
To soar and sing and stretch their wings.
All I can do is watch them fly
to let no one see me cry
I let go of my two Doves
To set them free from my love
To watch them play
along their way.
I could never cage them
and never would.
They belong not to me
Never they would
So I had no choice but to set them free
and let them be
All I can do is close not the shutters
but leave them open as I mutter
To hear them sing and watch them wing
Away to different things.
I shall never close my window
although I may sit in sorrow
Perphaps one day on the wind
I shall hear, a flutter of a little wing.
and perched on my cold sill
one of my little lost doves might still
Remeber me in kindnest and love
To choose to stay and be my Dove
Until that time I shall sit
in the gathering gloom with no candle lit
My feelings cage and hide away
never to see the light of day
As I grow old and cold in front
of this never closed portal.
Dec 27
Christmas went fine.Surprize surprize..Anyhow I am just adding this little bit here for time sake.. Tomorrow i head into TB to fly out Monday to NYC. I can't wait to get back there**its my home even though i don't live there** This should be a good time and relaxing. It will also give me to think and work shit out in my head. Maybe even get back to the person i was this summer. Anyhow Good times are on the way**crosses fingers**
To fly in the light and against the breeze.
To soar and sing and stretch their wings.
All I can do is watch them fly
to let no one see me cry
I let go of my two Doves
To set them free from my love
To watch them play
along their way.
I could never cage them
and never would.
They belong not to me
Never they would
So I had no choice but to set them free
and let them be
All I can do is close not the shutters
but leave them open as I mutter
To hear them sing and watch them wing
Away to different things.
I shall never close my window
although I may sit in sorrow
Perphaps one day on the wind
I shall hear, a flutter of a little wing.
and perched on my cold sill
one of my little lost doves might still
Remeber me in kindnest and love
To choose to stay and be my Dove
Until that time I shall sit
in the gathering gloom with no candle lit
My feelings cage and hide away
never to see the light of day
As I grow old and cold in front
of this never closed portal.
Dec 27
Christmas went fine.Surprize surprize..Anyhow I am just adding this little bit here for time sake.. Tomorrow i head into TB to fly out Monday to NYC. I can't wait to get back there**its my home even though i don't live there** This should be a good time and relaxing. It will also give me to think and work shit out in my head. Maybe even get back to the person i was this summer. Anyhow Good times are on the way**crosses fingers**