Post by backstreetdreamer on Feb 2, 2011 17:31:38 GMT -5
I used to wander past a cottage standing on a lonely shore
As silence painted patterns through it’s ever open door,
The chimney’s crooked shadow seemed to beckon back to me
As I listened to the whispers of the story telling sea,
While the gulls criss-crossed the heavens with their plaintive weary cries
That felt just like babies waking with their dreams still in their eyes,
Then the chimney’s finger beckoned through the settling twilight shade
So I walked back to the cottage ,in the evening’s, masquerade.
It’s walls were whitewash covered, like a widow’s mourning shawl
And it’s eyes drooped ever weary as their lace began to fall,
Then I heard a distant singing draw the curtains of a day
As the lantern light of heaven glittered softly on the bay,
The open doorway beckoned silently for me to step inside
So I stepped into the gloom and watched it’s shadows scatter wide,
And in surreal anticipation, I stepped straight into a room
That was steeped in long gone memories and in shades of twisted gloom.
Upon a table by a fireside chair were letters strewn around
Some wore tear stains on their pages, some were scattered on the ground
And the house was softly breathing, like the embers in the grate
Bringing shadows back to dance again, for it was getting late,
Though I wondered how the lantern burned and how the fire glowed
The wood smoke curled around as if the sands of time had slowed,
And I felt as if a distant dream was desperate to be free
A dream of someone precious who was taken by the sea.
Then I looked into a mirror, and behind me, they were there
Children playing by the fireside, mother sitting in her chair
With her letters strewn around her while their ink ran with her tears
For the ocean keeps so many things, like love and hope and fears,
I rubbed my eyes and looked again, and everything was gone
Just empty chairs, unanswered Prayers, and windows that once shone,
I looked round the dereliction, as I watched the shadows play
Then I stepped out through the broken door, and wandered on my way…
As silence painted patterns through it’s ever open door,
The chimney’s crooked shadow seemed to beckon back to me
As I listened to the whispers of the story telling sea,
While the gulls criss-crossed the heavens with their plaintive weary cries
That felt just like babies waking with their dreams still in their eyes,
Then the chimney’s finger beckoned through the settling twilight shade
So I walked back to the cottage ,in the evening’s, masquerade.
It’s walls were whitewash covered, like a widow’s mourning shawl
And it’s eyes drooped ever weary as their lace began to fall,
Then I heard a distant singing draw the curtains of a day
As the lantern light of heaven glittered softly on the bay,
The open doorway beckoned silently for me to step inside
So I stepped into the gloom and watched it’s shadows scatter wide,
And in surreal anticipation, I stepped straight into a room
That was steeped in long gone memories and in shades of twisted gloom.
Upon a table by a fireside chair were letters strewn around
Some wore tear stains on their pages, some were scattered on the ground
And the house was softly breathing, like the embers in the grate
Bringing shadows back to dance again, for it was getting late,
Though I wondered how the lantern burned and how the fire glowed
The wood smoke curled around as if the sands of time had slowed,
And I felt as if a distant dream was desperate to be free
A dream of someone precious who was taken by the sea.
Then I looked into a mirror, and behind me, they were there
Children playing by the fireside, mother sitting in her chair
With her letters strewn around her while their ink ran with her tears
For the ocean keeps so many things, like love and hope and fears,
I rubbed my eyes and looked again, and everything was gone
Just empty chairs, unanswered Prayers, and windows that once shone,
I looked round the dereliction, as I watched the shadows play
Then I stepped out through the broken door, and wandered on my way…