When I forget to breathe my Jesus mantra,
When the sweet scent of fragrant incense fades,
When the flame from votive candles is quenched;
Everything in my world goes wrong,
I play dissonant notes
To the most unhappy songs,
I walk out into the moonlight and it fails to shimmer
In a lovely woman’s hair,
I grow tired and sad with a heart of despair.
AHHH! I SEE SUS'S COMMENT...CAT STEVENS FAN ARE YA NOW? WE MUST TALK....NICE PIECE HERE, ALMOST GOOD ENOUGH TO HAVE 'TEA FOR THE TILLERMAN''''''''''''''''''''FJR
Very fine and genuine feelings expressed in this nostalgic poem. Take care, Uriah. Sandra
disenchanting, U. longer boats are coming to win us, theyre comin' to win us. hold on to the shore...'' ~Stevens. but the soul of nobody knows how a flower grows. '' take care, Sus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There's alot to be said about 'connection' to Source. It keeps us anchored and balanced. You say alot here, Uriah - and quite powerfully. Linda