For Choochie

Photo By AikoJim

Winter rain, now tell me why
Summers fade and roses die
The answer came, the wind and rain

Golden hills now veiled in gray
Summer leaves have blown away
Now what remains, the wind and rain

And like a desert spring my lover comes and spreads her wings
(Knowing)
Like a song that's born to soar the sky
(Flowing)
Till the waters all are dry
(Growing)
The loving in her eyes

Circle songs and sands of time
And seasons will end in tumbled rhyme
And little change, the wind and rain

And like a desert spring my lover comes and spreads her wings
(Knowing)
Like a song that's born to soar the sky
(Flowing)
Till the rivers all are dry
(Growing)
The loving in her eyes

Winter gray and falling rain
We'll see summer come again
Darkness fall and seasons change
(Gonna happen every time)
Same old friends the wind and rain
(We'll see summer by and by)
Winter gray and falling rain
(Summers fade and roses die)
We'll see summer come again
(Like a song that's born to soar the sky)

Weather Report Suite ~ Eric Anderson/Bob Weir

The Attics of HIS Life

Rolling up the banner that presided over Jerry's Memorial in 1995. It was part of an auction of his stuff yesterday, in San Francisco. Personally, it would be tough for me to own any of his things. No matter their monetary value. Too sad. Still missing that sound, and that smile.

"When there were no strings to play, you played to me..."

attics of my life

a comfortable sort of melancholy occupies me today.

what's it all mean?

my children are not children anymore.

my ex's do not live in texas, unfortunately.

i don't care if g and i ever marry. i like it just like this.

my country is not the place i thought it was, nor is this state.

my friends and i are aging rapidly. it happened with lightning speed.

i love falling asleep to the sound of the chilly winds swirling outside.

another post will follow this tomorrow, with any luck.


"in the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal"