I don’t know where I caught the snippet of a poem which was a song not a poem
but it has rolled around in my head for weeks, these few lines:
“Now that I’ve worn out
I’ve worn out the world
I’m on my knees in fascination
Looking through the night
And the moon’s never seen me before
But I’m reflecting light.”
It became a visual in my head too, which became middle-of-the-night sketching.
Maybe if I paint this enough I will have this window in my life again…
My drawing of ink only was blurry!
I went to find out who wrote this, and am confused, Leslie Phillips or Sam Phillips?
And I don’t know why the ballet dancer…
I rode the pain down
Got off and looked up
Looked into your eyes
The lost open windows
All around
My dark heart lit up the skies
Now that I’ve worn out
I’ve worn out the world
I’m on my knees in fascination
Looking through the night
And the moon’s never seen me before
But I’m reflecting light
Give up the ground
Under your feet
Hold on to nothing for good
Turn and run at the mean dogs
Chasing you
Stand-alone and misunderstood
Now that I’ve worn out
I’ve worn out the world
I’m on my knees in fascination
Looking through the night
And the moon’s never seen me before
But I’m reflecting light
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