She's gone away,
I have not misspoken,
She's traveled south
O' River Killeen.
But we were dancing, touching, yesterday,
Laughing in sun,
Waltzing the green.
There was a time,
When I had misspoken,
Hands on the chain,
The binding between,
And there were sunsets, moonlight, fireflies,
Dancing the stars
Waltzing the Green
Stay one night with me,
Safe in arms.
Stay one life with me,
Open yourself
Feel the rush of us
Trust in us.
There will be a time
When I have misspoken
Words that are true
If only in dreams,
I will take your hand, in my hand, certainly
Under my touch,
Waltzing the Green.
Stay one night with me,
Safe in arms.
Stay one life with me,
Take me inside
Feel the rush of us
Trust in us.
There will be a time
I will have misspoken
Words that are true
If only in dreams,
I will take your hand, in my hand, certainly
Under my touch,
Waltzing the Green.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC
In our release comes freedom to explore.
So, as our tearful pas de deux subsides
Do we lose ways to love each other more?
The artsinger at coda of her score
Exhales, her trebles rest, at last beside
Someone she's long sought freedom to explore.
In sultry shade on Serengeti's floor
A lion lounges, purposed by his pride,
He searches ways to guide, to love them more.
My hourly regret, my Sweet Adored.
Now his Adored? His Prize? Why'd I provide
Him license, grant him freedom to explore?
You question, "Was I really such a bore?"
(no, never!) "Why was time and touch denied?"
"Is he away to love another more?"
I wake. My smiling Juliet implores
"See, Love? The poison's false! You never died.
Release won't end our freedom to explore
The countless ways to love each other more."
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC