Tracks In The Dust

A Father's Advice About Learning the Mission of Life

Waiting for the Blue

The church bells have rung all day

And all the music has faded far away

And the clock runs time through

While waiting for the sky to blue

 

Washed out water-color window pane

The west is grey, a sign of rain

The day grows old and finally dies

Still waiting to see blue in the skies

 

Overhead above, the clouds still shining

Taking every ounce of wishes from the lining

Lies the golden sun in its darkness den

While waiting for the blue skies once again

I was a big fan of Laura Nyro back in the day. “Stoned Soul Picnic” and “When I Die” and so many more. Her voice was angelic and mysterious in the same way. Inspirational I wrote some stuff because of her, this was one of them.  From “Love Songs for A Lonely Night”  Summer 1974 MGert ©

 

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