Walking on a misty evening
in the Bohemian quarter
of this fabled city,
Lights flicker and shine
in the distance,
Beneath my feet,
ancient cobblestones
echo with the resolute sound
of horses hoofs from long ago,
Part dream, part real, part shadow,
Faces occasionally appear
in lighted doorways,
and then evaporate quickly
as I turn to look,
I keep walking on,
I have no other choices,
I embrace the mystery as my own
for better or for worse,
and wonder where
I will finally end up,
and how everything will turn out.
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Iconic ballad by Scottish artist Gerry Rafferty.
ben Alexander said:
Holy shamoley, Phil. This is great!
Sincerely,
David
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philsblog01 said:
Hi David! Thanks! Haven’t heard that expression in awhile, thanks for bringing it back! Have a great weekend!😊😊
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ben Alexander said:
Would you mind if I share this as a reblog at some point?
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philsblog01 said:
Hi David! No, please go ahead! I would be honored! f you can remember to just give me a notice when you do I would appreciate it. 😊😊
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Michele Lee said:
I second what David wrote. Felt like the intro to a mysterious movie, or book. 👏🏻
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philsblog01 said:
Hi Michele! Thanks so much! First came the graphics, then the poem, then the music video. It took awhile to get there but I am so happy that you like it, and it clicked! And thanks again to you for the inspiration from your multidimensional posts! 🙌
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camilla wells paynter said:
Love the surrealist trip into time and probabilities! ❤️
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philsblog01 said:
Thanks Camilla! ❤❤
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