Ponderings

May. 26th, 2011 11:20 am
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I've worked out the big problem I have is not with the move itself, it's with the packing. If the packing is done, the move is actually quite simple. Yes, it's big and it's annoying, but it's just people putting boxes and furniture into a truck, and the pulling them out of the truck again at the other end.

However, you've got to pull all the stuff out of the furniture and into boxes before they can do that, and that's the bit that stresses me.

I know what I want to get moved this Saturday, but moving it relies on the appropriate packing being done before that. Some will be tonight (I have an exercise class this evening, so won't be getting home until a bit later) and then the rest has to be done tomorrow night or it won't be done in time.

Anyone want to come over tomorrow night and help me pack, or at least provide moral support?

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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die
And near the flames
The shadows play in the shape of the man’s desire

This desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

And now she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing’s as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of hidden hearts and souls
This desert flower
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love

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