Tiny White Flowers

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I don't know how I'm gonna tell you,
I can't play with you no more,
I don't know how I'm gonna do what mama told me,
My friend, the boy next door.
I can't believe what people saying,
You're gonna let your hair hang down,
I'm satisfied to sit here working all day long,
You're in the darker side of town.

And when I'm out I see you walking,
Why don't your eyes see me,
Could it be you've found another game to play,
What did mama say to me.

That's the way, oh,
That's the way it ought to be,
Yeah, yeah, mama say
That's the way it ought to stay.

And yesterday I saw you standing by the river,
And weren't those tears that filled your eyes,
And all the fish that lay in dirty water dying,
Had they got you hypnotized?

And yesterday I saw you kissing tiny flowers,
But all that lives is born to die.
And so I say to you that nothing really matters,
And all you do is stand and cry.

I don't know what to say about it,
When all you ears have turned away,
But now's the time to look and look again at what you see,
Is that the way it ought to stay?

That's the way...
That's the way it oughtta be
Oh don't you know now, mama said..
That's the way it's gonna stay, yeah.


I've loved this song since I was probably about 14. And although I am not the fan of Led Zeppelin that I used to be, I have held on to this song because of it's simple and beautiful message. Things don't have to stay the same. Things actually can be better.

This verse from the song inspired part of a poem that I wrote a few years back:

And yesterday I saw you kissing tiny flowers,
But all that lives is born to die.
And so I say to you that nothing really matters,
And all you do is stand and cry.

All through the years, the line...I saw you kissing tiny flowers...has stayed with me, a part of me. For me it represents the simple sweetness of love. in my mind I still see a girl, leaning down by a river, kissing tiny flowers. I have always had that image in my mind. 

     The poem is about love and disappointment, pain and hope. This is just part.

Crystal streams through deserts flow
Where tiny white flowers grow
Where every breeze is a gentle caress
Full of understanding and meaning
Of light and love
Laughter and tears


TO BE CONTINUED...

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