Memories And Mist

Oftentimes important things are not quite what they seem

And all that will become of them will drift into a dream

Fleeting like the darkness is the evening's final kiss

As lovers' warm endeavors fade to memories and mist.

Paint for me a memory of loves I’ve left behind

A watercolor image of the fog inside my mind

A breathless line of poetry, a moist and trembling kiss

In the foggy half reality of memories and mist.

Tomorrow I’ll remember in pastel blues and grays

The names and faces but a blur, a whisper in the haze

A subtle loss of details in the struggle to exist

As my sense of past and present fade to memories and mist.

Play for me a melody of loves I’ve left behind

In tones of sensual subtlety, the tune that haunts my mind

An intertwining harmony blending like a kiss

In the foggy half reality of memories and mist.

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The material posted on this site is original and copyrighted. The songs are registered with BMI. Lyrics And Songs Please note that these lyrics are Copyrighted and the completed songs are registered with BMI. Lonesome Evening Wind When The Storm Finally Came Our Song Will Be New Memories And Mist L et The River Wash Me (To the Gulf of Mexico) Zombie Stare Vampire Mist Does Your Cat Play The Fiddle? Does Your Dog Own A skateboard? Please feel free to contact me about use or collaboration at mythinkpiece.com@gmail.com . At this time, Our Song Will Be New, Vampire Mist, When the Storm Finally Came, and Memories And Mist still lack completed melodies to my liking. Some degree of partnership or collaboration is still possible at this time, with everyone being agreeable. I present the lyrics for collaboration. I have tunes in my head and recordings of them, but If someone can show me something better, then I would be interested in talking. Recordings presented here ...

Chronicles Of Me: I Just Want Water!

Setting, Camping Out: I found a bean can, about a quart size that we had had for our dinner rinsed it out, and filled it with water on the campfire we had cooked dinner on. I watched it until it boiled for about 15 minutes on the fire and then moved it to my canteen. I restarted the whole process and did the same 3 times until both my canteens were full along with the bean can. I kept myself awake a few hours until the first batch was cool enough to drink, refilled, and finally went to sleep! The others were content to drink colas and sodas, but I had to have water! This happened several times in my life. When we came back from the fields sometimes Dad would stop at the station and ask if we wanted a cold drink. All I wanted was water. Dad said, just get a coke, someday soon they will figure out how to charge us for water!

Our Song Will Be New

Our Song Will Be New I'm not a prophet, but I know that its true Our song will be new. Someone once told me all the songs had been written But I hear something different when I see your faceI I hear a song as new as tomorrow That even time can’t erase. I'm not a prophet, but I know that its true Our song will be new. Someone once told me all the scenes had been painted But I see something different when I see your eyes. I see a vista as fresh as the future As blue as the sky. I'm not a prophet, but I know that its true Our song will be new.

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