Only in Dreams
It’s only in the memories
That we live.
Only in the thoughts of friends
The dreams of lovers
And in images and words.
Life is a brief poem
That rhymes
With the rhythm
Of sun, stars
And the green hills of Earth.
Life is a poem
Of endless hope
On a short journey
With only one ending.
Opher 3.1.2023
I started off thinking about Syd Barrett. I’m reading this great book about him. I saw him play and met him once. He meant a lot.
Now he’s dead.
He only lives in our memories, his music and the words and images we have of him.
That made me think about myself and all of us.
This life spent on a planet hurtling through space. What a journey.
All we’ll have to show….