|
HOPE: There was a time when
roses were red and
skies were blue. Dividing
lines when I had to choose between the two.
DAVID: There was a sound
when I heard the clouds calling
you and I. We're Heaven bound but some say that Heaven is...
HOPE: ...much too high. Especially for people just three feet
high. Well these boys were willing to cast their dreams, like
nets on a ocean of carefree schemes.
DAVID: and something inside said our destiny lies, to build
a great stairway right up to the sky...so very high...so very..
HOPE: Secretly I believed you could...but not I. Secretly believed
I should...I cried.
|
|
All
was quiet in this place
as I knelt upon the ground so warm and tender.
Felt the earth flow gently through my fingers, so secure asking
surrender... should I listen...should I consider?
DAVID: If only I were stronger. If I could be like you. To hold
the world within my hands, and not some distant view.
HOPE: I'll only plant these seeds of possibility, see that's the
best that I can do..
see I'm not quite strong enough...strong enough
BOTH: If only I were stronger, if I could be like you...
HOPE: I'd plant them way up there instead, in flowing fields of
blue... |
|
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
William Blake (1757-1827), English poet,
painter, engraver.
Auguries of Innocence, in Poems from the Pickering Manuscript
(c. 1808; repr. in Complete Writings, ed. by Geoffrey Keynes,
1957).
|
