"Sometimes...
The most beautiful things,
The most innocent things,
And many of those dreams,
Pass us by.
Keep passing us by... Keep passing me by...
"...So I close my eyes softly,
'Til I become that part of the wind.
That we all long for sometimes...
...And to those that I love.
Like a ghost through a fog,
Like a charmed hour,
And a haunted song...
And the angel of my dreams..."
Another song - It's been a musically-mad Fhina-week this one, mes bloggy clarinets, n'est-ce pas?
Perhaps I needed music to brighten this week, mes sweet dahlinks...
Perhaps I'm on a (rock and) roll as, restored to the world of mobility, I am ordering concert tix all over the planet, as I've missed live music for soooo long...
Perhaps I just need to get out of the house more, as I was indoors cabin crew for so long before my surgery...
"Like some duty-free with that, Modom?"
"...And, no, I've never fitted properly into this pencil skirted trolley-dolly uniform!"
"What do you mean, I should be fitted with a sign that reads...
'Caution Wide Load'...?"
...May the angels bless the surgeons and nursing staff who help restore us to health, and may the angels watch over all of you this weekend, my bloggy friends...
...And you can always whisper in Fhina's large, but perfectly formed, shell-like the answer to this question...
"Who would be 'the angel of your dreams?' Who inspires you to be beautiful-you?"
I won't tell anyone... My lips are sealed...
That's another song of course, "Now, Fhina! Step back from the music-madness... Nobody's interested, really..."
MWAH, mes bloggy genii...xxx
