victoria zande ~ artist/author ~ writer/songwriter/musician

                                                                                  

I need to sit,

With your mind,

In solitude,

Of crystal,

Thoughts,

In your thoughts,

 Of the color,

Your preceive,

In the creativity,

I recieve,

In the thoughts of

Your heart...

                                                                                                                         written: 12 October, 2010                       

                                                                                                             ~ 9:57pm ~

~ In a Cloud of Dust ~

And in the dire need of society,

We often wonder what happened,

To the real world,

The real world,

...

Do you know what I mean,

Where everything green,

Where your love is honest,

When anything can be done,

...

Now looking out at a distance,

I see a cloud of dust,

You appear to understand,

To help me through the real world,

...

No, it’s the water

That falls upon the tower,

To bring life to the real world,

...

Do you know what I mean,

Where everything is green,

Where your love is honest,

When anything can be done,

...

Without regret, I silently need,

Please don’t ask why,

Or life will pass you by,

...

Now looking out at a distance,

I see a cloud of dust,

You appear to understand,

To help me through the real world,

...

Do you know what I mean,

Where everything is green,

Where your love is honest,

When anything can be done,

...

Then I often wonder,

And in the dire need of society,

We feel a need,

To see the real world,

In a cloud of dust.

                                                                                                                   written 24 February, 1983

                                                                                                   copyright 1983

~ Into the Wishing Well ~

Till the walls surround us,

and the wishing well never runs dry,

We will always be there,

in brighter days,

Till the walls surround us,

paradise abounds,

and the skys grey,

barely touches the ground,

and the wishing well never runs dry,

For the force within each of us,

always sustains,

freedom of hope,

and joy,

and pain,

never ends,

to the amazement of the soul,

we live again,

Into the wishing well ,

we all do fall,

past pain we forget,

and the wishing well never runs dry,

till the walls surround us again,

in times of hope...

written - 22 may, 1985

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