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Diana Krall - "Let's face the music and dance" w/"Sunday Morning" #Poetry and #Photography by #DianaMarySharpton

5/24/2015

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​"To hear never-heard sounds, 
To see never-seen colors and shapes, 
To try to understand the imperceptible 
Power pervading the world; 
To fly and find pure ethereal substances 
That are not of matter 
But of that invisible soul pervading reality. 
To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul; 
To be a lantern in the darkness 
Or an umbrella in a stormy day; 
To feel much more than know. 
To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain; 
To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon; 
To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves; 
To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets 
Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching. 
To be a smile on the face of a woman 
And shine in her memory 

As a moment saved without planning.” 
― Dejan Stojanovic

Sunday Morning
It’s a misty morning, a fresh breeze lightly caresses flowers in bloom
A conversation ends suddenly; quiet enters an intermission to soon
Her heart is hypnotized in whimsical contemplation; a seduction in his touch
Lost in dreams with sentimentality bursting elatedly for life, sound and such
His voice has beguiled her soul, as the wind to a siren, you see
Into some magnificent possibility of what is or even might be
Shedding water droplets, she walks slowly through the mist
Towards the edge of earth, where he resides and trees subsist.

Diana Mary Sharpton ~ © All Rights Reserve copywrite 2015

"Let's Face The Music And Dance"

There may be trouble ahead 
But while there's music and moonlight and love and romance 
Let's face the music and dance 

Before the fiddlers have fled 
Before they ask us to pay the bill and while we still have the chance 
Let's face the music and dance 

Soon we'll be without the moon, humming a different tune and then 
There may be teardrops to shed 
So while there's moonlight and music and love and romance 
Let's face the music and dance
References: 
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/dianakrall/letsfacethemusicanddance.html
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manque toi, mon chéri. Vous avez capturer non seulement mon âme, mais aussi mon esprit. Vous donnant tendre doux baisers amoureux.

Diana Mary Sharpton ~ Poetry & Photography ©All Rights Reserve 2017 Contact: DianaMSharpton@Gmail.com
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