Monday, 16 July 2012

From a Distant Archive, far, far away. 16.

All this month of July the editorial staff of Bitsnbobs have shut themselves away in the distant archives. They hope to turn up a few gems, but whatever they find THERE will appear HERE.

Time passes slowly, here in the mountains (old fisherman’s hut and caves of The Archives).

I sit beside bridges and walk beside fountains
(of knowledge).

Catch the wild fishes that float through the stream (well not actually, but I do look at a LOT of bits of paper).

Time passes slowly when you are lost in a dream.

(The Archives are full of dreams- abandoned or not.)

Once I had a sweetheart she was fine and good-looking.

(Her memory is here in The Archives.)



I’m staring out the window at the stars high above.

Time passes slowly, when you’re searching…

Time passes slowly up here where there’s no daylight

I stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right

Like the red rose of summer that blooms in the day

Time passes slowly and fades away
The Archives can break your heart.

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