Post by morningstar on Jul 29, 2009 19:26:22 GMT -5
It's been awhile... I've been so "blocked" lately ...
this just came to me tonight - I'm alone this week and able to be still and "listen" -
San Luis means nothing to me in my present mind...I've never heard of such a place - not knowingly...it just popped into my thoughts ...
It's not great poetry - but the words came to the pen without really thinking of them... as often they do... what the relevance truly is - I'm not entirely sure at this time...
San Luis was a town I've seen
in dreams of long ago -
and all the people in the streets
are ones that I still know.
Oh, San Luis, why - please tell -
do you beakon from the past -
and speak of feellings, unfulfilled
that even now must last.
Joy and sadness mixed do form
a potent soil, indeed -
For in it's sowed an honest strength
like an oak tree from it's seed.
San Luis calls to me at night
across vast Oceans known as time -
and sings in words not known to me
with a strange unspoken rhyme...
Where do we go when past the point
of physical reprieve -
and should the wise old Sage be right...
should we ever truly grieve?
Set me free -
San Luis,
Oh, set me free.
Release me, San Luis -
Set me free.
So ... my pondering begins again...and seek I shall...
this just came to me tonight - I'm alone this week and able to be still and "listen" -
San Luis means nothing to me in my present mind...I've never heard of such a place - not knowingly...it just popped into my thoughts ...
It's not great poetry - but the words came to the pen without really thinking of them... as often they do... what the relevance truly is - I'm not entirely sure at this time...
San Luis was a town I've seen
in dreams of long ago -
and all the people in the streets
are ones that I still know.
Oh, San Luis, why - please tell -
do you beakon from the past -
and speak of feellings, unfulfilled
that even now must last.
Joy and sadness mixed do form
a potent soil, indeed -
For in it's sowed an honest strength
like an oak tree from it's seed.
San Luis calls to me at night
across vast Oceans known as time -
and sings in words not known to me
with a strange unspoken rhyme...
Where do we go when past the point
of physical reprieve -
and should the wise old Sage be right...
should we ever truly grieve?
Set me free -
San Luis,
Oh, set me free.
Release me, San Luis -
Set me free.
So ... my pondering begins again...and seek I shall...
