I don't know what I crave, I know it's not where I am now. My soul yearns to be somewhere so far from where it is right now..And if it was there right now, right this second I'd know it would never crave again..
I so hear that. Yet I think it's like Dorothy said - I believe it's all right here; there's nowhere to go. It's me who is absent. Like God (so to speak) is home waiting at the hearth, and I am wandering some far field.
I so hear that. Yet I think it's like Dorothy said - I believe it's all right here; there's nowhere to go. It's me who is absent. Like God (so to speak) is home waiting at the hearth, and I am wandering some far field.
I have a flat, its not a home, its merely where I sleep..If a home is where the heart is then my home is a long way away.. It may not even be in this time..
A moment at a creek - years ago - with a fine woman - spontaneous stripping of clothes - holding hands leaping naked from a rock - ten feet into the cold water - scurrying out onto a sun drenched rock - drying off together naked. Craving that moment back.
A moment at a creek - years ago - with a fine woman - spontaneous stripping of clothes - holding hands leaping naked from a rock - ten feet into the cold water - scurrying out onto a sun drenched rock - drying off together naked. Craving that moment back.
What I want is a proper cup of coffee, made in a proper copper coffee pot.
I may go off my dot if I can't have a coffee from a proper coffee pot.
Tin coffee pots, Iron coffee pots, they're no use to me,
If I can't have a proper cup of coffee from a copper bottomed coffee pot I'll have a cup of tea!