Fog 4

Originally uploaded by dragonci

If my external environment matched my inner one, I would be sitting in a not-so-comfortable armchair in a 19th century Victorian house in dire need of repair. Looking through the open french doors, I would see this misty, dreary landscape of barren trees; old trees with strong, gnarled branches that almost call to you, “Come, come throw the rope over me…”One of my all-time favorite songs, though one needs the music to achieve the proper effect:

Long, Misty Days by Robin Trower (hear it!)

Long misty days
Torment they who would change their ways
Once in a while will come my way

The thrill is gone
Misty days linger on and on
Once in a while is here to stay

We feed this fire
Lovers in a nursery rhyme
The words belong to you
And the melody was mine

Long misty days
Torment in a million ways
Once in a while will come my way

Oh harbour moon
Shining in a lonely room
Weeping willow cry for me

Sing me a song
Simple as the day is long
Our hearts are crying to be free

And take the sky
And tell me if the moon is blue
And if it’s meant to be
That my melody was you

Long misty days
Torment in a million ways
Once in a while will come my way

Long misty days
Torment they who would change their ways
Once in a while is here to stay