Tuesday Afternoon

TUESDAY, JULY 27, 2010


Tuesday Afternoon

Everything is backwards,
Stuck in my own past.


Tuesday Afternoon by the Moody Blues

Tuesday afternoon,
I'm just beginning to see, now I'm on my way
It doesn't matter to me, chasing the clouds away.
Something, calls to me,
The trees are drawing me near, I've got to find out why?
Those gentle voices I hear, explain it all with a sigh.
I'm looking at myself reflections of my mind,
It's just the kind of day to leave myself behind.
So gently swaying through the fairyland of love,
If you'll just come with me you'll see the beauty of
Tuesday afternoon, Tuesday afternoon.
Tuesday, afternoon,
I'm just beginning to see, now I'm on my way.
It doesn't matter to me, chasing the clouds away.
Something, calls to me,
The trees are drawing me near, I've got to find out why?
Those gentle voices I hear, explain it all with a sigh.
Sometimes when you’ve heard it all before,
It is pure poetry.

“Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore…”

“Senior citizens
Wish they were young…”

I will not look back and lament; time is not static. Day follows nite, sun chasing moon, not long until it’s Tuesday Afternoon. This is no illusion.


Cycle will repeat for us to open our hearts and eyes to enjoy. Knights in white satin it’s always Tuesday afternoon.

Soon.

© 07.27.2010 steven d philbrick SR+ DakotaDawg
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