Once Upon A Time In Brooklyn . . . . Films is a childhood daydream, it is more than just an idea, more than just a feeling, it is an adventure into that tender age when everything was possible - everything was magical - everything was so big. It is a hide and go seek game back to innocence. It is that longing which never goes away, a beautiful adventure into a soul which never grows up, into what you once believed, back into your youth . . . .
Saturday, November 6, 2010
. . . . Hold On . . . .
It's been forever
once before
you wrote me letters - in the sky
the seasons - celebrated - the name - we chose
you- once then . . . & me - another time
despite . . . the rain
that came our way
we hid beneath the canopy shelter - of the light bloom flower leaf sky
and given way - to all we say - sometimes forgives
while others - we neglect & wrongfully deny
but if to somewhere - we will look - to those letter scattered - therein
that we held on - but kept - along - our volition - and our sin
It's been a lifetime
long ago
you kept the memories - hid from time
and now the hours - pave our way - to ask forgiveness - my partner in crime
so open the door . . .
and "hold on" - to what we both were searching for . . .
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