I went thru an Enya phase, I think many women do, and I still love her music. When I listen, for a few minutes anyway, I feel like I am a "free spirit" like I did at Lilith Fair. When I feel this way, I am tall, slender and "willowy", a description that will never apply to me. So Enya's music creates magic.
China Roses
Who can tell if we have heaven
who can say the way it should be
moonlight holly, the Sappho comet
angel's tears below a tree
You talk of the break of morning
as you view the new aurora
cloud in crimson,the key of heaven
one love carved in acajon
one told me of China Roses
one Thousand nights and one night
earth's last picture, the end of evening
hue of indigo and blue
A new moon leads me to
woods of dreams and I follow
A new world waits for me
my dream, my way
I know that if I have heaven
there is nothing to desire
rain and river, a world of wonder
may be paradise to me
I see the sun.....
I see the stars.....
Enya, The Memory of Trees
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I love the schoolgirl poetry
Misic and poetry speak for the true Self in the soul. Anytime one touched us posite or neg we have something to lean or appreciate.
Blessed be! Thank you for letting mr read them.
I forgot to tell you Memory of Trees is one of my favs too....I listened to it so much after my mom died, I created kind of a negative anchor with it for awhile. I like Loreena McKinnet (sp?) and Clannad a lot too.
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