Monday, October 09, 2006

To Ramona

Ramona, come closer,
Shut softly your watery eyes.
The pangs of your sadness
Shall pass as your senses will rise.
The flowers of the city
Though breathlike, get deathlike at times.
And there's no use in tryin'
T' deal with the dyin',
Though I cannot explain that in lines...

(This song is from Dylan's Another Side of Dylan. It's one of my favs. Read the complete song here.)