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January 22, 2003
Sun Dust
Today's an almost perfect day. Finally got my internet connection working from my PC, went out for a walk, had a good lunch with a friend, went to Witchery to check out the sale and found nothing to my liking. The weather's a gentle 23 degrees with the sun shining. I have bad hair but I saved it with a bun. I would love to go running but my sports bras are all in the wash.
Today's a perfect day to run. I wish I can go running.
Should I?
Shall I?
In the meantime, Harry Connick Jnr sings to me and takes me away from this world - to his world of fairytales and fantastical heroes; yet reminding me so much of him.
Oh how the lyrics resonate my quiet pain.
Star Dust
And now the purple dusk of twilight time
Steals across the meadow of my heart
High up in the sky the little stars climb
Always reminding me that we're apart
You wandered down the lane and far away
Leaving me a song that will not die
Love is now a stardust of yesterday
The music of the years gone by
Sometimes I wonder why I spend
The lonely nights dreaming of a song
The melody haunts my reverie
And I am once again with you
When our love was new
And each kiss an inspiration
But that was long ago
And now my consolation
Is in the stardust of a song
Beside the garden wall
When stars are bright
You are in my arms
The nightingale tells his fairy tale
Of paradise where roses grew
Though I dream in vain
In my heart it will remain
My stardust melody
The memory of love's refrain
Posted by lainey at January 22, 2003 03:03 PM