The Dreaming Tree

10 11 2009

Standing here
The old man said to me
“Long before these crowded streets
Here stood my dreaming tree”
Below it he would sit
For hours at a time

Now progress takes away
What forever took to find
Now he’s falling hard
He feels the falling dark
How he longs to be
Beneath his dreaming tree
Conquered fear to climb
A moment froze in time
When the girl who first he kissed
Promised him she’d be his
Remembered mother’s words
There beneath the tree
“No matter what the world
You’ll always be my baby”
Mommy come quick
The dreaming tree has died
The air is growing thick
A fear he cannot hide
The dreaming tree has died

Oh have you no pity
This thing I do
I do not deny it
All through this smile
As crooked as danger
I do not deny
I know in my mind
I would leave you now
If I had the strength to
I would leave you up
To your own devices
Will you not talk
Can you take pity
I don’t ask much
But won’t you speak
Please

From the start
She knew she had it made
Easy up ‘til then
For sure she’d make the grade
Adorers came in hordes
To lay down in her wake
She gave it all she had
But treasures slowly fade
Now she’s falling hard
She feels the fall of dark
How did this fall apart
She drinks to fill it up
A smile of sweetest flowers
Wilted so and soured
Black tears stain the cheeks
That once were so admired
She thinks when she was small
There on her father’s knee
How he had promised her
“You’ll always be my baby”

“Daddy come quick
The dreaming tree has died
I can’t find my way home
There is no place to hide
The dreaming tree has died”

Oh if I had the strength…
Take me back
Save me please

Mentre ero qua,
un uomo anziano mi disse
“Prima, lungo queste strade affollate c’era l’albero dei sogni”
Sotto questo lui vorrebbe sedersi
per ore, al momento,
ora il cammino porta via
ciò che per sempre si impose di cercare.
Adesso si batte duro,
eppure sente un grande vuoto.
Ma quanto grande può essere?
Vicino a lui l’albero dei sogni.
Sconfiggeva la paura perchè voleva salirlo,
per un momento si sentì rabbrividire
quando pensò alla ragazza che lo baciò per la prima volta
che gli promise di stare con lui.
Si ricordò delle parole di sua madre,
mentre stava vicino all’albero.
“Tu sarai sempre il mio piccolo
Nessun’altra cosa lo sarà”
La mamma giunge veloce.
L’albero dei sogni è morto.

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