Ian Anderson - A Week Of Moments

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A week of moments — a clutch of days —
Ten thousand minutes of a Passion Play
Medley of quavers informs the tune
It’s all too much: over all too soon
Sweet condensation on chilling wine
Traveler’s palm, flamboyant tree
Fast photos ripped and lost consign
A week of moments to faint memory
A week of moments plucked from the page
Found far horizons, a sunset stage
Suitcases bulge, in silence packed
A chapter closed: no looking back
The lightest touch upon my arm
No fierce restraint, no call to stay
Hushed room maids glide like pawns to king
With pool attendants in chess piece array