When I was young, I use to play the guitar to soothe my life and comfort my broken heart here and there. I love the memory of it. The sadness now far gone. I was quiet. Alone. Meditative. Growing underneath the warmth of a better day soon to come. Today, out of nowhere, I found myself singing a jazz song from those days. As I listened outside myself, I marveled at knowing all the words as if I had written them. I share them with you...
When Sunny gets blue,
Her eyes get gray and cloudy,
Then the rain begins to fall.
Pitter, patter, pitter, patter,
Love is gone, so what can matter.
No sweet lover man comes to call.
When Sunny gets blue,
She breathes a sigh of sadness,
Like the wind that stirs the trees.
Wind that sets the leaves a swayin', like some violins a playin'
Weird and haunting melodies.
People used to love to hear her laugh, see her smile,
That's how she got her name.
But since that sad affair, she's lost her smile, changed her style.
Somehow she's not the same, but...
Memories will fade,
And pretty dreams will rise up,
Where her other dreams fell through.
So, hurry new love, hurry here,
To kiss away each lonely tear,
And hold her near when Sunny gets blue.
How about you?
How have you soothed your life and comforted your broken heart?
Debbe
Debbe Kennedy
Founder, Global Dialogue Center
www.globaldialoguecenter.com
Home of Women in the Lead
I listened to the song on Youtube. Fabulous. I loved so much!
Now this song is also put in my blog. Thanks for the sharing!
Posted by: Shiny | November 03, 2008 at 07:03 PM