Keep Me in Your Heart

Keep Me in Your Heart 

W. Zevon

Shadows are fallin’.
And I’m runnin’ out of breath.
keep me in your heart for a while.
If I leave you it doesn’t mean I love you any less.
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When you get up in the mornin’…
and you see that crazy sun…
keep me in your heart for a while.
There’s a train leavin’ nightly called, “When All is Said and Done.”
 Keep me in your heart for a while.
Sometimes when you’re doin’ simple things around the house…
maybe you’ll think of me and smile.
You know I’m tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
Hold me in your thoughts.
Take me to your dreams.
Touch me as I fall into view.
When the winter comes…
keep the fires lit..
and,  I will be right next to you.
Engine driver’s headed north up to Pleasant Stream…
keep me in your heart for a while
These wheels keep turnin’… but they’re runnin’ out of steam.
Keep me in your heart for a while

Dusk Flirts


It is late at night.

Perhaps, just ’round midnight.

Dusk flirts with a lit lamppost.

I place my hand gently in the curve of your hip.

And, soon…

What strange monsters that lurk.

In the mania of the mind.

Fade to darkness in the beauty of your design.

Tumbler of Forgotten Notes


How transcending…

Wonderful moments, historic and sweet.

Then emotions fell into retreat.

A repugnance…cast its shadow on me.

When I misplaced the lesson plan.

Love had learned to mis-handle all that I had believed.

An unmarked headstone.

As if, I were a character in an ancient mystery.

Crude bones.

An uninvited tombs became my destiny.

Confinement may not have killed me.

But strength was hard to find.

It is never far to travel…

When the last plan is to lose your mind.

Shy, as the memories we hide in our reflection.

Loveliness appeared as, hectic as a tumbler of forgotten notes.

A lover to the fears I had buried over the years.

And, as my fortunate teller, pressed a delicate finger to my parted lips.

Just a few words…

‘Love is a lesson that gives and gives.’


“Enemies, as we…

failure comes in plus sizes
failure comes in plus sizes

“Enemies, as well as lovers, come to resemble each other over a period of time.” by Sydney Harris.

When you’ve seen your share of human accidents…you tend to wear your seatbelt.