Oh Memory- New Year's Resolutions
We will sleep the night away in wakeful dreams or somber serenades
as we dance toward tomorrow
Take my hand love
Slip your arm around my waste
Touch my lips
Let the wings of wisdom sip from this winters cup
Made for love
Why do we hate
Made for love
What is this fate
That brings such darkness and such pain
Made for love
Made for love
We were carved in canyons of a deep desire
to find someone who does not aspire
Who only lives and breaths in love
Who only knows the perfect sun beating down on river streams
Where dandelions and lilacs and lovers dream eternal bliss
Nothing to take
Nothing to give
This world of ours born of fate
When earth touches sky and mountain high carries us into the night
Where there is no fear, nothing to hide
Naked beautiful, and bold
Never angry, never close to regret, you haven’t lost me yet
I walked with you in the morning dew with birds and butterflies and a chorus of
new melodies new words to say in silence or song
Swept away
Made to love, not made for hate
Made for love then this twisted fate
Turned fist to glove turned us to hate
To turn in shame
To turn our face from our reflection
To cloak ourselves in ragged riches
Compared to the beauty of paradise
It’s a beggars banquet of empty delights
Sick from the sweetness
Sick from the heat
Sick from the pounding heels on city streets
Covered in scars and invisible bars
In earthy hours, minutes, and days
we cannot wake; we cannot sleep
We are cold and hot and worn to the bone
Factory steam rising up where the robots gleam
And earn their sum
We stare and gape upon our screens
At strangers lives and strangers deaths
At the crowds of people, we will forget
As this year’s stories fade from site
The clock strikes midnight
All asleep all dream
Will we remember ourselves as we are today
Full of some love or hate or sadness or joy
Some conversation some regret
Some feeling we can’t shake
Will today be any different from tomorrow
Will we know how to love or speak or wake any better or stand any taller in the face of the winds and worries of each bend in the road
Will we will be free or found chained to some illusion
some New Year’s resolution we didn’t need to make
Life takes itself too seriously
In an instant, we are gone
Will they remember me
Will I be better off tomorrow
We lift our glasses and make a toast
Should old acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should old acquaintance be forgot
In the face of Old Langsyne
Do you remember that time when we……..?
