Dear Leonard Cohen,
Sometimes all I need is your voice.
Your magnetic poetry slipped out of its jacket; spun around in my world
so it can cloak me in one of the warmest swaths of fabric ever created.
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You are the prince of hearts. The pride of its procession.
The king of loneliness, gratefulness and surrender.
You know the way. Its curves. Its shadows and its light.
You have walked the miles of a thousand others, with hearts burning holes in your pockets.
Slipping their memories through the tethered fabric while you wish to forget. Some days you choose to remember. You light each one with your cigarette, and inhale each nuance deep into your lungs, so that you can keep it within you for a moment longer before exhaling it back into time.
Your stories reek of truths.
I see them scribbled in the dirt of near and foreign lands.
Your words they take me in their hands and break me gently.
I think they even break you.
Either way it does not matter,
I will always fall apart for as long as I can listen to you.
With Love,
J
The lyrics to one of my favorites:::::::
Sometimes all I need is your voice.
Your magnetic poetry slipped out of its jacket; spun around in my world
so it can cloak me in one of the warmest swaths of fabric ever created.
______________________________________________________________________________
_________________________________________________________________________
You are the prince of hearts. The pride of its procession.
The king of loneliness, gratefulness and surrender.
You know the way. Its curves. Its shadows and its light.
You have walked the miles of a thousand others, with hearts burning holes in your pockets.
Slipping their memories through the tethered fabric while you wish to forget. Some days you choose to remember. You light each one with your cigarette, and inhale each nuance deep into your lungs, so that you can keep it within you for a moment longer before exhaling it back into time.
Your stories reek of truths.
I see them scribbled in the dirt of near and foreign lands.
Your words they take me in their hands and break me gently.
I think they even break you.
Either way it does not matter,
I will always fall apart for as long as I can listen to you.
With Love,
J
The lyrics to one of my favorites:::::::
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
