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Every now and then I hear a note
Every now and then I hear a note
Rung from a distant land.
I stop and ask myself: how much is fantasy
Of this reality I have so really known?
Upon the strike,
I see your face – the tenderest expression.
You are infinitely soft and sad and sweet,
Looking into me through your heart’s eye,
A rueful smile.
And my heart breaks for you,
Locked up so deep inside,
Flying farther ’way, grown fainter, like this ringing note.
But when we meet each other in the streets,
No, we cannot comply.
Every now and then I hear a note,
A distant messenger.
Every passing day that I remember,
Farther, farther, fainter.
06/21/11
Rung from a distant land.
I stop and ask myself: how much is fantasy
Of this reality I have so really known?
Upon the strike,
I see your face – the tenderest expression.
You are infinitely soft and sad and sweet,
Looking into me through your heart’s eye,
A rueful smile.
And my heart breaks for you,
Locked up so deep inside,
Flying farther ’way, grown fainter, like this ringing note.
But when we meet each other in the streets,
No, we cannot comply.
Every now and then I hear a note,
A distant messenger.
Every passing day that I remember,
Farther, farther, fainter.
06/21/11
Published 31st May 2019
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