Last night i spoke to you
On a long distance call
Across telephone wires that don’t exist anymore
And you sounded
Sleepy and stoned
And like you had sung a lot
And i remembered
A morning by the beach
You turning to talk to me
And your brown eyes
For the first time those brown eyes
Without glasses to cover them
Unguarded. Unkept.
Brown eyes that made me feel sleepy and stoned
And like i had sung a lot
My breath stays suspended
And if there is a moment
When you know
That you are falling, free falling, drowning, plunging
Without a safety cord
Without a security blanket
Without a thought
Without a moment of hesitation
Then it was that moment
I fell in love with you
It’s been some time now.
But every time I hear you sound like that
I hold it close to me
Like warm popcorn in a dark movie hall.
I don’t believe in the future
Because i can’t see it
But i believe that your voice
Will always do this to me.
picture credit @ www.designsponge.com
title credit @ steely dan
9 comments:
tom waits - closing time
:)
saying anything else would be out of place
Replace "voice" with "writing" and then dedicate this to yourself from me.
You kill me, you know that? Murderess!
Brilliant, really.
a few days back
id have gushed
with all the emotions coiled up inside me and said
i love you
for writing this
but not today
Wow...loved it :)
that just makes me go ..awwhh :)
lovely
I adored this post! Twas just lovely!
With love and affection. (And the voices say, "Hey".) - Eve
Puts the smile right where it belongs :)
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