Version one of the “There’s nothing so sweet” duo. I was really paying attention to the numbers there.
40.There’s Nothing So Sweet. (July ’14)
There’s nothing so sweet as unrequited,
And nothing so unrequited as long lost and gone,
It’s not that the past is a golden country,
But time polishes up things till they shine
While old memories keep crashing and breaking,
Like pebbles knocking each other into sand
And too often,
Too often I’ve remembered,
Those things which I’ve missed,
For which I still pine,
Like some old records and old loves,
Then right on cue you come to mind,
Old longings arise with old questions,
Old curiosities that prick the soul,
So.
So often I’ve wondered,
Where are you now,
What have you done,
Were your demons kind to you
Did they bleed you dry,
Did they leave you alone,
To ponder and cry,
Have you ever had peace,
In your mind and your soul,
Have you ever felt,
Felt your one and the whole,
Wearied and rain bound there’s the chorus,
The birds as usual they laugh right on time,
And in their crying for laughing I realise,
As the dawn brings light to these eyes,
It’s gotten too early to be considered too late,
Except where you’re concerned.
(c) Jim Laing 2014.
