Sunday, October 15, 2006

After the Georgetown Wedding     [solitude lyric]

When silence asked me where was I going
                what was I to say?
the autumn evening came to us
                          in pleasant ways
the fete unfolded memorably
                a rarely happy day
we measure out the unsure share
                          of passing days

When silence asked me where was I headed
                how could I reply?
the autumn evening humored us
                          with sparkling riches
the festival occasion flowed
                and drumming thrilled the sky
I measure out in solitude
                          the seven pitches


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