Dead Man (Soundtrack) by Neil Young (by Rivroner)
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
The Dead Poets
There are dead men on my desk,
voices of ghosts whisper through
the thin air of nightfall
as I try to dissect
the epitaphs of dead poets.Every line is a life time
of love, dying, falling,
of how reflections dance
across mirrors and ponds,
possibly the moon.
How life can be bottled
in the glass jar of imagery.I hold every poem in my hands
letting them sink into the lines
of my palms,
letters fall
through the holes,
of my fingers.
