well, more the afternoon... having met bea and cathers for lunch, i went off wondering in town. felt kinda detatched from the world, stuck in this strange limbo - bit like a ghost. i found myself gliding around town, around people, around spiral staircases, being really silent with this glazed look in my eyes and a faint smile. not tiptoeing but just being soft footed. a vague feeling of sadness and resignation to nothing in particular, a view of the world i dont normally see. walking on automatic... a melancholy happiness, a contented sadness.
underneath the stars i'll meet you,
underneath the stars i'll greet you,
and there beneath the stars i'll leave you,
before you go of your own free will.
go gently.
here beneath the stars i'm mending,
i'm here beneath the stars not ending,
why on earth am i pretending,
i'm here again, the stars befriending,
they come and go of their own free will.
go gently.
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