Lyrics by Bob Dylan
Recently I’ve been reading a book by Brent Weeks in part of his Lightbringer series and aside from the lovely writing and wonderful prose it’s the metaphysical aspects that have me smiling with a creative vivacity that I haven’t felt in a long time.
When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
His world centers around the idea of light and how people use it. He tells the tale of drafters who use light and their will to create change in the world, with different colors in the spectrum holding different attributes.
When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
Oh, I hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love
If you haven’t read him, I would highly recommend his books. But why am I talking about this? Because the idea of darkness, light and the grey between have always interested me immensely. I even wrote a small small piece about the ideas of light here if you want to have a look. But today I want to talk about the metaphor of light and what it means to people.
I know you haven’t made your mind up yet
But I will never do you wrong
I’ve known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong
Colors are the memories I hold close. They’re the amalgamation of my experiences blurred into flashes of brilliance. And not just the brightest of colors like the deep hues of vermilion red, or the soft meditative greens of jade burnished in marble veins, its strata beautiful in their independence but the darkness’s and the grays, the bleak numbness of living without living in our day to day lives.
I’d go hungry; I’d go black and blue
And I’d go crawling down the avenue
No, there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
To make you feel my love
Our colors hold our dreams, our desires, they’re interspersed in a kaleidoscope of emotion each equated in muddy hues or brilliant rainbows bitter sweet and nothingness tied intricately in the simple tones of life.
The storms are raging on the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain’t seen nothing like me yet
But do you see your colors? Do you feel their stories, their ideas. Mental photographs of single defining moments in our lives, strewn amidst the endless selfies taken in vanity, yet even those hold their own tone their own hue.
I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
Go to the ends of this Earth for you
To make you feel my love, oh yes
To make you feel my love
If there is one thing I have learned in this short time I’ve had on this earth it is this:
We all live in the light, the dark and the grey.
But accepting that our lives are built not in one instance, but that we are built within the many colors along the way,
To accept not only our darkness’s, but also our lights and our grays.
That is a life worth knowing, and perhaps, eventually that is a life worth living?
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