Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Strange Meeting 2

Deep down in the depths of forgotten dreams, so far away so long ago it seems,
the memory comes of a distant beach, pale sand stretching far from reach,
it was then I found my princess of the sand.

As I traced the foam, pebbles beneath my feet, I looked behind, I saw this one so sweet.
She came to me and I saw in her eyes the heavy toll of a thousand eyes,
I called her my princess of the sand.

She stared at me and my mind was in a maze as we moved along in a summer sea-dream haze.
She moved her mouth but there came no sound, the message she brought can never be found but I called her my princess of the sand.

One moment we walked with the night breeze in our face,
then I looked, she'd gone, of her presence there was no trace.
Where she went or came from, who can know or if she'll ever return to help me know.
Who she is, my princess of the sand?

Sometime when the summer nights come back, I'll go back to the sea, follow that sandy track.
I'll look around, hope to find that strange young dream, close behind.
I'll call her my princess of the sand.

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This song kills me. I miss Nick Drake. :(

3 Comments:

Blogger 100hands said...

Philly, philly you are a wolf at my door. :)

9:35 PM  
Blogger Anoopa Anand said...

I miss him too. And love all the leaves he left.

1:10 AM  
Blogger Anon said...

wow....nice poem

11:43 PM  

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