'Beyond here lies nothing,
Nothing we can call our own'
Bob Dylan sings...
...
I never ask the wind
From where it comes,
Where it goes and
Why it passes me
...
Katrina is my wife, sir
She is not dead, still alive,
She is only missing
Missing since Thursday.
...
The Mountain Of Past
'Beyond here lies nothing,
Nothing we can call our own'
Bob Dylan sings...
The boy quit the game,
Walked down the river,
Played his flute at twilight
And, disappeared forever;
I got stuck between
The sun and the moon while
I tried to catch a dream.
Standing alone in the
Vacant balcony, holding
An old iron box, filled with
Smouldering charcoal,
I try to remove creases of
Memories piled on my mind;
Inhaling the burning charcoal
Forgetting the suppressed
Sibilants of washed and
Starched love and Dylan sings,
'For as long as love will last
beyond here lies nothin'
But the mountains of the past.'
And I need more charcoal to
Remove the crease of the past.