| And she said, 'If you could only take me a very few places in your town, and you can only take me a very few places, where would they be?' And he thought of his home and his family, but the house would be empty at this hour. And he thought of the park by the riverbed, but they had already seen such wonders in the desert that day. And then he thought of the fields where he worked when it was the season for it, and he decided he would go with her to the fields. And he knew, if she could stay long enough, that the place he would most like to take her would be the courtyard, where people gathered at the end of the day, to play music and sing. And he thought that his family would be there, on a night like this, and many of his friends as well... But that would be later on, so they started off towards the fields... As they walked, he was hearing a song with her in it, and it was to tell her that he loved her, and that he knew she was leaving, and that he knew she was here, and as they came to the fields at the edge of town, he sang to her as they walked, and as she walked beside him, she sang to him an answer. The rain was gently falling, the day was gently falling, the sun was gold and shining., their voices softly sing: Late last night I had a dream, I dreamed we both were lost because the rain could not fall from the sky Looking out I lost myself, I wandered in the fields, then the rain came down, and you were mine And if I can't live forever, I'll just love you now, rain may fall and I know I will follow I know I can't live forever, I just love you more than the way the time slips through our hands Late at night I have to dream, I have to find my home so the rain can fall, fall from the sky Looking out I found myself, I wandered in the fields, then the rain came down, and you were mine And if I can't live forever, I'll just love you now rain may fall and I know I will follow I know I can't live forever, I just love you more than the way the time slips through our hands... They stayed there in the fields, longer than they meant to, and when they remembered, it was because they heard music, coming from the courtyard already, and soon it would be night... But isn't that the way of it always? Soon it will be night... And ours is not to rush and hurry through all of our many appointments here, ours is to lose ourselves, to find ourselves, to spend freely of our time in the company of life, and joy, and the falling rain, and the colors of the sunset that always mean, another day is dying, another day was here... (next page...) |