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I've made the trip dozens of times. My wife has family there.
We got to see most of them and had a good time. Usually, we don't have quite this much time available to relax and unwind.
The teens and I were suffering internet withdrawal, but the laid-back pace of a small town is a balm to the Spirit.
Now I have to catch up on messages, and pry the logs apart from my creative enterprizes...
I will go once more to Camden Town
Hoping that dreams can be found
In its winding streets and alleyways
As shadows lengthen at the end of the day.
The dream I most hope to find
As I watch the day unwind
Is finding my life's travails are now done
In you and I becoming one.
Every scene I see becomes poetry
As the darkness envelops me
And orange steetlamps draw a veil
As the night slowly prevails.
As I pass by the bustling bars
I stop for a moment to look at the stars
Make a wish, wish it be done
That soon you and I will be as one.
The remaining light goes and then is gone
But in Camden life still carries on
In laughter and the clink of beer glasses
And people enjoy themselves as time passes
I ask: "Can you hear me, my love, in my reverie
Can you feel that I love you with the depths of me?"
And then I wonder if the warm breeze rushing by
Carries your heart's reply.
More reflections come and they greet
The triumph of shadow on Camden's streets
But I ponder: some will not fade away
Upon the coming of the next day.
Perhaps you hear me in my reverie
Perhaps you know I love you from the depths of me
And know the warm breeze rushing by
Whispers promises of eternal love between you and I.
Our love is both a dream it is real
Something that we know and we feel
Something that can never be brought down
By the coming of the dawn to Camden Town.
Amy, I went thru all my pings and see that I missed a lot of cats and dogs while I was gone. Dern it!
I pride myself on having days
When thoughts of her don't cross my way
Thinking I can fix her to my past
And indulge in the conceit I'm free at last.
But then a hint of her perfume floats by
A memory of her deep eyes
A poem, a thought, a few words
And my conceit seems absurd
For once again boils up a swirl of emotion
A tidal wave of love and devotion
And the knowledge that no matter how I may try:
I will fear the love of my life has passed me by.
To be sure, I have tried
To seek love in another's eyes
In the evening, seen silken lips gently part
Like the opening of the portals of the heart
I have seen a flash in eyes of brown and blue
Seen the gleam of something new
Seen the bright flame of passion glow
And felt its vital current flow
But moved as I may be by the sight:
A voice intrudes: "No, no, this is not right."
For though she's the cause of my heart breaking
It's still hers for the taking
And with my pride stretched like the skin on a drum
I wonder what to do, and what is yet to come.
Will I have to compromise
And settle for looking in another's eyes
And live with a thought most malign:
"I may be the love of her life, but she's not mine."
Still, will I suppress it and live a lie
And for a time, the thought may die
But try as I may and as I might:
The voice will say: "No, no, this is not right."
Will I be honest and live alone
Tread down life's pathways on my own
Feel the bracing virtues of solitude
But then again, will memories intrude
Will they come to haunt me in the night
The voice still saying: "No, this is not right."
I may have only been meant
To be her buffer against events
I can ask for what I want, but not get
I should give up, and yet, and yet
The boiling swirl of my emotions
Means she has my love and devotion
And no matter how hard I may try
The voice will say: "This will never die."
Regards, Ivan