Bright blue sky looking down at me
I feel its warmth shining on me
But what affect is it having on me?
I don't really know, because I can't see.
Bright blue sky looking down at me
Makes me feel good, feeling free
Friendly feeling it gives towards me
I wish I could see it but I can't see.
Bright blue sky looking down at me
What are you trying to say to me?
What message have you got for me?
I can almost see it, but I can't see.
Bright blue sky looking down at me
I believe I know what you are saying to me
I can see that message you have for me
Perhaps it doesn't matter if I can't see.
Bright blue sky looking down at me
Your message has been received by me
"If your feeling good, feeling free,
Why bother if you can't see".
Bright blue sky looking down at me
I'm feeling good, feeling free
You've taught a valuable lesson to me
There are more ways than one to see.
Bright blue sky looking down at me
I owe you a lot for looking after me
How do I repay your kindness to me?
By helping others to see, as you taught me?
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere
On cloudy archipelagos.
Oh, gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flame a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors drew
A sudden elemental sword.
The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold;
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;
Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze;
Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze,
Great moveless meres of radiance.
Then mark you how there hangs athwart the firmament's swept track,
Yonder a mighty crocodile with vast irradiant back,
A triple row of pointed teeth?
Under its burnished belly slips a ray of eventide,
The flickerings of a hundred glowing clouds in tenebrous side
With scales of golden mail ensheathe.
Like a moth to the flame burned by the fire
My love is blind can't you see my desire?
Thats the way love goes - Janet
Mode : Blessed
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