The Enchanting Air Dances A Whispering Tune

 

Nuclear Blast



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By Jim Nasium
La Galeria de GymArt

 



                                     grandpa, tell us
                                            again
                                                   please
                                           how did it feel
                                                 when the airy breeze
                                                     touched your cheek
                                           did it make you laugh
                                                 at it's reveilles
                                                      as it danced in the sky
                                                          played with the trees

                                     grandpa, tell us
                                               more
                                            we promise
                                                  to study harder
                                               if you mention the shore
                                                    with white cresting waves
                                                         and sailing ships
                                                             brimming with lure
                                            did you feel it grandpa
                                                   the mist on the moor

                                     grandpa, tell us
                                               we implore
                                           how did it feel
                                                  the dirt from the land
                                                was it silky
                                                     maybe slippery 
                                                         held in the hand
                                           could you feel it grandpa
                                                 the sunshine in the sand

                                      grandpa, tell us 
                                             again
                                                 really?
                                               the wind could
                                                    make you sneeze
                                              they knew
                                               still we pay
                                                for their antiquities
                                              its okay
                                               this glassy dome
                                                   but grandpa 
                                                       whisper again
                                                          your place called 
                                                    home
                                                         sweet home

                                        yes, come closer
                                             I'll tell you
                                                again
                                             they were magical
                                                  those days...

                                               the meadows painted
                                                     with rainbow bouquets
                                                 hearing the raindrops
                                                        bounce on the quays
                                                   the rustle of the wheat
                                                      as it bends and sways
                                                 the stream trickled
                                                     a song, lively and gay
                                                across the valley
                                                     and  d
                                                                  o
                                                                        w
                                                                              n   to the bay
                                                 cities of people

                                                           until
                                                           that fateful day
                                                           gone
                                                           nothing left
                                                           except 
                                                           these scars
                                                           marked
                                                           in a searing flash
                                                           and shaded memories
                                                           of home
                                                                sweet...

                                            yes, come closer
                                                           forget the dome
                                                     I'll tell you
                                                                again
                                                            of home
                                                                     sweet home...


                                                              soft`rain
                                                              July 13, 1998
 
 

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