Sweet ghost of light
When you appear
You fall around me
Everywhere
I see your face
As you pass by
As fragile as
A dragonfly
You jab me in
The kidneys like
A compass or
An iron spike
But I can't help
Believing you
Because I love
The things you do
Sweet ghost of light
I've lived too long
I'd die for you
Inside this song
The sweetest death
That I can dream
Like petals flowing
Down a stream
That turn to blood
As they dissolve
And it's around
You I revolve
Sweet ghost of light
You'll never fade
By nothing else
Are you betrayed
You fill me 'til
I'm empty and
You empty me
Like grains of sand
I love you more
Than anyone
Beneath the moon
Beneath the sun
Sweet Ghost of Light by Robyn Hitchcock
Did I mention I like a boy? The lyrics remind me of him.
I was out relatively late tonight having thai food. I came back to messages from my aunt and my neighbour. My mom is back in the hospital. She had an appointment there today and they decided to keep her in because the water in her lungs isn't diminishing. She has tests tomorrow morning at the main hospital in town. I'll know more by tomorrow night.
I went for thai with my friend D. Being around him is uplifting. He's one of those people who manage to make you feel the adventure of life. He's like sunlight.
I'm going to a union Strike Preparedness training session all day on Saturday. We're currently in negotiations with the corporation and they appear to be going south: we had to ask for a federal mediator. Last round of negotiations we ended up striking. Let me tell you, walking a picket line in January where I live is not a prospect of delight. *shiver* After my training, I can be a Strike Captain. I wonder if that comes with a badge and a gun?
Speaking of cold, it snowed most of the day here. This prompted me comment in an email to a friend: Why did my ancestors decide to settle in Siberia?
When you appear
You fall around me
Everywhere
I see your face
As you pass by
As fragile as
A dragonfly
You jab me in
The kidneys like
A compass or
An iron spike
But I can't help
Believing you
Because I love
The things you do
Sweet ghost of light
I've lived too long
I'd die for you
Inside this song
The sweetest death
That I can dream
Like petals flowing
Down a stream
That turn to blood
As they dissolve
And it's around
You I revolve
Sweet ghost of light
You'll never fade
By nothing else
Are you betrayed
You fill me 'til
I'm empty and
You empty me
Like grains of sand
I love you more
Than anyone
Beneath the moon
Beneath the sun
Sweet Ghost of Light by Robyn Hitchcock
Did I mention I like a boy? The lyrics remind me of him.
I was out relatively late tonight having thai food. I came back to messages from my aunt and my neighbour. My mom is back in the hospital. She had an appointment there today and they decided to keep her in because the water in her lungs isn't diminishing. She has tests tomorrow morning at the main hospital in town. I'll know more by tomorrow night.
I went for thai with my friend D. Being around him is uplifting. He's one of those people who manage to make you feel the adventure of life. He's like sunlight.
I'm going to a union Strike Preparedness training session all day on Saturday. We're currently in negotiations with the corporation and they appear to be going south: we had to ask for a federal mediator. Last round of negotiations we ended up striking. Let me tell you, walking a picket line in January where I live is not a prospect of delight. *shiver* After my training, I can be a Strike Captain. I wonder if that comes with a badge and a gun?
Speaking of cold, it snowed most of the day here. This prompted me comment in an email to a friend: Why did my ancestors decide to settle in Siberia?
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it's almost over. this will be maybe the 2nd time I've had time to do more than dash off 5 work-related emails.
I fixed myself. it's good to know I can do that. bounced back like a champ. keep me away from wine right now, cause it's like crack.
xo
"Mummy, mummy, its teeth, its horrible teeth!"