Love by love we learn
Gnossienne Number One
Life is like a swan
Gently gliding on
Slowly passing by and then
It turns to look and then gone
Love is like a cat
Partly this and that
Purring to the touch until
It disappears and that’s that
The rain retreats
The city streets
Are empty
As dusk descends
The music ends
And nothing
A million stars turn on their tiny lamps
The roof tops gleam
In smoke and steam
It’s moonrise
A wave spreads out as evening sirens walk
They seek to make
What give can take
The tide sighs
The town returns
All that it yearns
A voice calls
The alleyways
Begin their plays
As night falls
This is how we live
Grieving all we give
Love by love we learn
Half of life is if
The bells have stopped
The doors are locked
We’re closing
The shades are drawn
The tramps have gone
They’re dozing
A million stars burn out their tiny lamps
The river dreams
As then it seems
To stand still
A watchman strolls a dock to wait it out
With no regret
We just forget
The tide spills
The dawn returns
A new sun yearns
The birds sing
The nightman leaves
A child believes
In something.
Music by Erik Satie
Lyrics by Joseph Gallo
April 5, 2011
Éric Alfred Leslie Satie
(b. May 17, 1866, Honfleur ~ d. July 1, 1925, Paris)
post-time 11:37 AM
15 Comments:
This is exquisitely haunting. Needs to be sung by a whisky voice in the wee hours. I'm smitten.
Thanks, Cathie. I was thinking a husky breathy Parisian female voice. But Tom Waits-like might work, too. Smite on! :-)
You're the one doing the smiting, mighty Dragon Slayer!
Yes, I got that. I just wanted to write, Smite on! ;-)
Hm... Write, wrote, written. Smite, smote, smitten.
Write on!!
Check & mate! Bravo, Cathie. :-)
The pen is mightier than the sword. ;-)
The swan is mightier than the stork. :-)
The spoon is mightier than the fork.
But only if you're having soup. Spaghetti is another matter entirely, dear. ;-)
Mm, I wasn't really thinking of food...
i agree with cathie, it is exquisite.
Cathie: LOLOL I like how you think.
Miami: Thanks, my brother. Hope you are well, Mr. J!
The Rolex of word work, Joseph. Bejeweled.
I suppose I'll have to watch that, eh, Kyle? ;-) Thanks for the comment.
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