through the eyes of the most self-less man i ever had the pleasure of knowing.
tom petits favorite poem:
beyond a misty hill by james kavanaugh
some people never go there, perhaps they never will.
there's an unmarked road, to a silent grove, beyond a misty hill.
they don't send an invitation, i doubt they ever will.
you walk alone to a place i've known beyond a misty hill.
most will never find it. it might not be a thrill,
but the ones like me find a kind of peace,
beyond a misty hill.
there are no maps describing, nor is it found by skill.
it's an unmarked road to a silent grove,
beyond a misty hill.
some people never go there, perhaps they never will.
there's an unmarked road, to a silent grove, beyond a misty hill.
they don't send an invitation, i doubt they ever will.
you walk alone to a place i've known beyond a misty hill.
most will never find it. it might not be a thrill,
but the ones like me find a kind of peace,
beyond a misty hill.
there are no maps describing, nor is it found by skill.
it's an unmarked road to a silent grove,
beyond a misty hill.
tom never gave me an invitation, but he gave me the will to open my eyes which let me find my way around this hill. i saw him one year before his death. i am so grateful i got to thank him for his being, in the way, that he changed me and my vision of myself...
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