when the Earth was still a child
we ran into our meadow feeling wild
there in the center on the grass
knowing it would never last
a finest line of ever green
but what exactly did it mean?
you wanted me to love you
i didn't know what to do
i heard your anguished call
but how exactly did you fall?
the door cried when you went away
but what was i to say?
no one could tell me how to proceed
i'm still wondering what it is you need
and shadows falling on my face at night
so i couldn't see the light
now echos keep repeating inside my head
i am remembering all that you said
and so to love you without being near
why is it i can't be clear?
a finest line of ever green
but what exactly did it mean?
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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