Thursday, April 24, 2014

Homeward Bound


Hey Sweet Child of Mine,

I've been out of words for the last two months. I have just been filled with immense and overwhelming sadness that is indescribable. I heard this tonight. Doubt you had, but thought of you. I love you son. I miss you profoundly. 

Mom

Simon & Garfunkel: "Homeward Bound"


I'm sittin' in the railway station 
Got a ticket for my destination
On a tour of one night stands
My suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned
For a poet and a one man band

Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home, where my thought's escaping
Home, where my music's playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me

Everyday's an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines
And each town looks the same to me
The movies and the factories
And every stranger's face I see
Reminds me that I long to be

Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home, where my thought's escaping
Home, where my music's playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me

Tonight I'll sing my songs again
I'll play the game and pretend
But all my words come back to me
In shades of mediocrity
Like emptyness in harmony
I need someone to comfort me

Homeward bound
I wish I was
Homeward bound
Home, where my thought's escaping
Home, where my music's playing
Home, where my love lies waiting
Silently for me
Silently for me
Silently for me

Simon & Garfunkel: "The Sound of Silence" is also so damn apropos:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=raO2E3cIiYM

And, Ian,  you will like this one: The Beatles and "Yesterday"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ho2e0zvGEWE


Monday, April 21, 2014

Where you are is where I want to be.

In the silence I hear your voice.
In the dark I see your light.
In the cold I feel your warmth.

Each answer I reach for fills me with more questions.
Each tear I cry slowly mends my heart.
Each breath I take brings me closer to you.

When will it no longer be dark?
When will it no longer be cold?
When, when, when?

What if?
Why you?
No, not him.

A shattered heart.
A longing.
Silence.

Where you are is where I want to be.