The One

Can we meet the “one” and the timing be all wrong?
A learned friend is asking…
For me …if he/she is the one then the timing wont not be wrong
(for the laws of Nature won’t allow it) …
but if the timing is wrong then maybe he/she is not the one…
for he/she is just a copy of what you are looking for but not the original…
Yes! I know … that sometimes ...
the one we love the most is the very one we can’t reach …

James Blake - A Case of You

Just before our love got lost you said
I am as constant as a northern star
And I said, constant in the darkness
Wheres that at?
If you want me Ill be in the bar

On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue tv screen light
I drew a map of canada
Oh canada
And your face sketched on it twice

Oh you are in my blood like holy wine
Oh and you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you
I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
Oh Id still be on my feet

Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
Im frightened by the devil
And Im drawn to those ones that aint afraid
I remember that time that you told me, you said
Love is touching souls
Surely you touched mine
Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time

Oh you are in my blood like holy wine
And you taste so bitter but you taste so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you
I could drink a case of you darling
Still Id be on my feet
And still be on my feet

I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said
Color go to him, stay with him if you can
Oh but be prepared to bleed
Oh but you are in my blood youre my holy wine
Oh and you taste so bitter, bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
Still Id be on my feet
Id still be on my feet

Fading Hopes

If I asked you for good news … would you smile and walk away
Pretending that what I said was irrelevant to you in any way at all
Just letting me stand there staring at your back as you say nothing
Would you look past me and help these fading dreams of mine
For the fire that burns inside me is quietly drawing itself to a close
For my youth is running out and Life is not making it any easier
Don’t just stand there as I chase these Dreams that are too high
Look upon my soul and come to my rescue, for it’s the right thing
For today, I am in need of thy help, the morrow; you never know

See how life is slipping ... gradually from my grip into oblivion
Am finding it very hard to breathe, with fire burning down on me
As my heart cracks into a zillion bits with no Ray of Hope in Sight
This is like a bad dream and I am too scared to wake up and run
Would you be that special one among the many that I might know
That would make that little difference and put me back in Shape
For this; is the solemn request that I have put to thee in need
That it might be well and all that are around my humble vain soul
That my thousand dreams might be fulfilled in the hope of glory