I caught up with a documentary on Michael Hutchence recently. A sad refrain indeed.
Such a tragedy to see people who have enough financially in life to do with whatever they want, instead surrender who they are (and all they hold dear) to 'a lifestyle'. Flashy, indulgent and ...deadly.
Where does one go after playing to stadium crowds? Normalisation? Appreciation?
On a much smaller scale however we can all of course face similar challenges in our lives. Is there a way back?
Well there is ...but one has to first want to find the path. And go it alone...
VENICE
She came to Venice ancient city
Seeking shelter from her seas
Throwing wide her troubled life
To new discovery
Questions of the past
To find some answers for today
Seeking reawakening...
And staving off decay
Stepping into St Marc's Square
The rain came belting down
She was wetted fully through
once she'd made her way cross town
A fresh baptism was to be
The ideal starting place
For this private quest
This pilgrimage...
This enchanted chase
Sad lady open up
your stone shutters
Your face is
Beautiful to see
Mystical city
Flint hard through the years
Give up your mysteries to me
She searched all round for insight
Especially of the old
As she moved through the crowds
each passing day
A boatman gave her wonder
of a culture pure and true
As they paddled off in song
Around the bay
But the town guides were more
in tune with their buildings
that stood so stoically in line
They spoke in detail
of the history there to see
the secret to
the passion there enshrined
Sad lady open up
your stone shutters
Your face is
Beautiful to see
Mystical city
Flint hard through the years
Give up your mysteries to me
The black gondola stealing
through the walled canyons
Drew images
of deepest treachery
While the fog of narrow alleyways
Asked so many questions
About how closed
you really want your life to be
But the stories that
she heard were mainly
comfort to her cause
As she sought to draw the
secrets from within
And the kindly folk
she came to know from it all
stood tall amongst
their finery and sin
Sad lady open up
your stone shutters
Your face is
Beautiful to see
Mystical city
Flint hard through the years
Give up your mysteries to me
She waved goodbye to Venezia
From beneath the sacred domes
A morning mist
Near lifted from the mire
The dull tones
she had seen from the first
Gave way to dancing colours
from a spire
At this moment she knew that
the Lady had touched her
In wresting her pain
from deep within
The gift so gently offered
was gratefully taken
As the rain again
played gently on her skin
Sad lady open up
your stone shutters
Your face is
Beautiful to see
Mystical city
Flint hard through the years
Thank you for your
Truth and dignity...
You have given back
the woman that is me
Forwarded from my I phone - Grahame J Flynn
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