Ode to the Poets

And the night wind whispered, this Jack Kerouac said: Will you love me in December like you did in May? Will you love me tomorrow like you did today? Hey, hey Dylan Thomas answered from beyond: Though lovers be gone, love is not Love shall rise inside the storm Hey, hey Changing and changing Constantly spinning in me Swing it, baby Come on over Wash away this pain in me Now I've seen some rise and I've seen some fall My heart grew some to contain it all I know the taste of tears from the taste of soil Hey, hey Some I like to forget and some I need to keep I know at least 10.000 songs from memory but if you ask me what it all means I couldn't say Changing and changing Constantly spinning in me Swing it, baby Come on over Wash away this pain in me Sitting down with Hemmingway Flying off on a memory Walt Whitman swept me of my feet Romanced by F. Scott Fitzgerald and the John Keats Leonard dropped me a thousand kisses deep Herman Hess in the sprit tree It's all in me All in me --- Ode to the Poets - Kira Skov and Mette Lindberg