When I in foreign pastures lay,
Upon the soft and starlit ground
Cradled softly in the arms
Of night and all she brings along.
I watched the silent creatures fly
Carried high in summer's breath
Gently rocked from side to side
Forever carried in the wind.
Tonight reminds me yet again
Of that fair night so long ago
When drifting through sleeps gentle grasp
I dreamt of angels wings and followed
Their voices soft as child's play
Until upon your fair brow fastened
My eyes. You took my breath away.
I stood and stared for minutes. Hours!
Until the gentle light of dawn
The waking sun began to glow
And stole from me, so bittersweet
The memory of your sleeping face.
But now before me in the flesh
Shining you stand, fully awake
Your face in changed, but heart remains.
Just like that night in foreign pastures
As I counted the stars within your eyes.

Seconds on a watch

Minutes of a show

Time can pass so very fast

And sometimes very slow



Morning to midday,

Afternoon to night

Time is passing always

And never seems quite right.



We sit and think and wonder,

As the hours trundle past,

About all the people

And how moments never last.

Far above the cherry blossom
Flies a swallow through the air
Carried by the song of children
To a land where every care
Is washed away by fairies laughing
Forgotten by the mermaid's call
Where the young all live forever,
Threatened only by the pirate's brawl
Where you can take every ounce of sorrow,
Pack it up and it store away
In a cardboard box every fear and worry,
To be forgotten until another day.
And sunshine raindrops fall around
And no one's ever called naive
When they say that dreams really do come true
All you have to do is to believe.

My footsteps crush the white beneath me,

Almost silent, almost still.

Thinking of all the things you could be,

Knowing that you never will.



A moment passes like an hour,

An hour, like a day.

Life is bitter, sweet and sour

And as beautiful as May.



The snow below gently hisses.

Turns red before it melts away.

And something somewhere inside me wishes

That it would last, just one more day



But you have gone to join the angels,

Sitting high upon their thrones.

And though I've met many individuals.

I think of you when it snows.

The darkness wrapped itself around her ankles,

Spiralling up and over her skin.

It seemed to drip off her fingers like syrup,

And run through her hair like rain.



She danced in a ring at the top of the hill,

Singing and chanting a beat.

Wherever she went she left dainty footprints,

Made of that which is night



And she danced - The girl dancing.



A mist swirled in, covering the ground,

Wrapping it in its soft touch.

But it kept away from the girl in black

As she spun around the night.



Her dress swished, and the wind blew,

Her hair flew and clouds parted,

She clapped her hands and the moor grew still.

Not a sound in the night,



But that of the girl dancing



The she slowed and she stopped and the moon came out

Full over the moor.

She lifted her hands, and a fire arose.

A fire out of the moor.



Made by darkness and mist and a dancing girls feet,

Made by song, and rhythm and beat,

A fire call forth to worship the moon,

In the dark, out on the moor.



Made by a girl, dancing.

Set me free and let me fly

Follow the brook and let me lie

Beneath the oak on ground so soft,

Where dew never dries, beneath the moss.

Let me sleep for a thousand years

Do not wake me, nor shed any tears

But let me at peace with nature be

And listen to earth's sweet harmony.

And when in years you join me there

We'll spend the time without a care

We'll sit within the dappled shade

Of the willow, and in the glade

We'll dance until the night is done

And yet again the sun has come.