A torch to keep an eye on moist tombs,
A sound of a bell in the sacred hours,
A dream that deeps its wing in bitterness...

You went across when the sky was a clear field,
With rivers of milk and flowers of light,
When the dark clouds looked like a drab bastion
Visited one by one by the queen moon....

I see you like a shiny silver apparition,
With lifted wings, heading for heaven,
Pale soul you, through rain of rays, through blizzard of stars,
You climb up, the scaffolding of clouds.

A ray lifts you up, a song carries you...
When the spinning of the bundle of charms is heard
Silver is on waters and in the air is gold...

And I ask my heart, wounded by hesitation...
Why have you died, angel you, with your pale expression?

But maybe, with gold arches built out of many a star,
With rivers of fire and with bridges of silver,
With shores of myrrh, with singing flowers
There could be castles...

Death is chaos, a sea of stars,
When life is a swamp of rebel dreams...
Death is a hundred years blossomed with many a sun,
When life is a dreadful tale and it is vain...

But maybe... oh... my mind is blank with an outbreak.
The good thoughts, my bad thoughts choke...
When the sun switch off and when the stars are falling,
I start to believe that all is nothing....

What is love? A lifetime spent
Of days that pain does fill,
That thousand tears can't content,
But asks for tears still.

With but a little glance coquette
Your soul it knows to tie,
That of its spell you can't forget
Until the day you die.

Upon your threshold does it stand,
In every nook conspire,
That you may whisper hand in hand
Your tale of heart's aspire.

Till fades the very earth and sky,
Your heart completely broken,
And all the world hangs on a sigh,
A word but partly spoken.

It follows you for weeks and weeks
And in your soul assembles
The memory of blushing cheeks
And eyelash fair that trembles.

It comes to you a sudden ray
As though of starlight's spending,
How many and many a time each day
And every night unending.

For of your life has fate decreed
That pain shall it enfold,
As does the clinging waterweed
About a swimmer hold.

Hi guys!!

I'm starting the countdown....friday evening I will be in Ottawa watching the Keith Urban/Gary Allan concert..........
And that makes me VERY happy......... ;)

No offence for the alternative/rock/punk/gothic and other heavy metal ears.......


Keith Urban...here you go



and again




last one for the road ;)





Gary Allan, I just luv his voice...and the words of his songs...and his blue eyes.... ;)










So, no need to comment, I just gave myself the pleasure to share this moment with you, my friends........ ;)