The love you gave me is the nucleus of all things:
You taught me that love shows itself more
by compassion than any physical act
You loved me even when I gave you nothing to love
When I asked for your forgiveness, it was already given
That you persevered with me when reason said otherwise,
proves that love freely given is not withdrawn,
but too easily discarded when taken for granted
that which should be cherished most
Walk with me along the rooftops
upon ancient tiles crumbling beneath us
as fragile as we are
We return to this place each year to witness
the gradual decay
and to carry home the antique mess
now turned to dust in our pockets
an unintended souvenir of the life we share
Much has been written about Bob Dylan as a poet and a musician. My personal favorite Dylan work is Boots of Spanish Leather. It’s a great poem in its own right. Listening to this cover version by Nancy Griffith always puts me in the mood to write.
Boots of Spanish Leather
Oh, I’m sailin’ away my own true love
I’m sailin’ away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I’ll be landing?
No, there’s nothin’ you can send me, my own true love
There’s nothin’ I wish to be ownin’
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I’d forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For that’s all I’m wishin’ to be ownin’
That I might be gone a long time
And it’s only that I’m askin’
Is there something I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy passin’
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I want from you today
I would want again tomorrow
I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin’
Saying I don’t know when I’ll be comin’ back again
It depends on how I’m a-feelin’
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
I’m sure your mind is roamin’
I’m sure your heart is not with me
But with the country to where you’re goin’
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there’s something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather
Today sent off my first book length collection of poems to some competitions and publishers. Hoping for the best. Thanks to all who have enjoyed reading my blog.
writing in airplanes 