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The past intrudes
The past intrudes
While window shopping through the past
I ran across a looking glass
Reflecting moments remaining in a burned out light
Tragic magic prayers of passion
Stay the same through changing fashions
They freeze my mind like water on a winter's night
Flashback Blues/John Prine
Strange how thoughts of friends long dead intrude on everyday life. Nothing cosmic or mysterious, at least I don't think so. But something triggers it, so often it is music, and other activity stops as the memories wash over me..
There are three..a young man dead in a far off jungle..a life-long friend, a best friend if there ever was one..and a wonderful vibrant woman.
Tonight it was music..no question. Head phones on so I can listen to it loud..and then they were there..smiling faces of happier days. Wishing they could be here again..knowing they cannot..except in my heart. I think sometimes I live too much in the past, but the long-ago held so much hope, so much promise, so much love..
Get dark real early
Her dress was soft
And her hair was curly
We danced around the table
To the old banjo
Were made for lovers
We lay there still
Beneath the covers
And I ain't never felt
Like that before
John Prine/One Red Rose
7/22/2006 2:13 am
I think sometimes I live too much in the past, but the long-ago held so much hope, so much promise, so much love..|
But the future does too! This is an old saying, and I know I'm not going to get it right.. "Forget the past, live for today, dream about tomorrow" or something like that.
The past did hold so much hope, promise, and love, but think about what you have NOW...Think about what hopes, promises, and loves you can have TOMORROW.
7/23/2006 8:27 pm
I have days like this too...And our present is shaped by those of our past. It is good to remember them once in a while. But move on with the future. They are there as well. Hugs, Rosa|
7/24/2006 8:18 am
I lost my best friend 20 years ago....I still miss him.....worse, I only work 3 blocks from his grave and have yet to visit it since the day he was buried there. I refuse to see and/or remember him as a head stone. I prefer to remember him with the snapshots of the fun times we were having...........E.|