‘twas
a million places
a million cries
and
a million winters
ago
in
some ex-ballerina’s
apartment
with eyes
in
a city bewildered
by
snow
‘twas
the time that was perched
tween
the land and the skies
in
a basket of wonder
and
willow
tween
the yesterday’s hurts
and
tomorrow’s goodbyes
rose
petals of dawn
on
the pillow
‘twas
the world that was simple
it
spelled you and I
in
the hand of a happy
beginner
we
would dance on the ceiling
(I
don’t recall why)
and
upset so the ex-
ballerina
when
we left in a hurry
forgetting
to pack
our
mem’ries
she
roused her ire
she
arranged our wings
in
a neat sky-high stack
pirouetted
and
set them on fire
Live
for the Love of it,
The
Happy Amateur
dVerse is paying tribute to Leonard Cohen
