Donnerstag, 29. Oktober 2009
The prettiest thing...
The prettiest thing
I ever did see
Was lightning from the top of a cloud
Moving through the dark a million miles an hour
With somewhere to be
So why does it seem
Like a picture
Hanging up on someone else's wall
Lately I just haven't been myself at all
It's heavy on my mind
I'm dreamin' again
Like I've always been
And way down low
I still know
The prettiest thing
I ever did see
Was dusty as the handle on the door
Rusty as a nail stuck in the old pine floor
Looks like home to me
Now I'm dreamin' again
Like I've always been
And way down low
I'm thinkin' of the prettiest thing
-Norah Jones
Dienstag, 27. Oktober 2009
Mittwoch, 14. Oktober 2009
Übergangszeit
When i can´t fall asleep
I sneak out to the yard
and climb onto the swing
that´s attached to a branch
of sweet scented pine.
As i glide through the night
and i hang back my head
I see stars and a moon
that´s following me
through the evergreen trees.
And I fly on my swing
through the midnight ice cold
as the swirling white clouds
of my own frozen breath
brush my tingling cheeks.
And my nightgown wafts up
and my hair billows out
as I float through the air
and there´s only the sound
of the dark whooshing past.
And my thought drift to you
on a day long ago
when my legs were too short
so you helped me climb up
and you taught me to pump.
Sonya Sones