How far have we roamed,
how far have we strayed
From the places we played
the meadows that we strolled
full of innocence
full of ignorance.

age creeps like a specter,
full of promise and beauty
easing us into the end
as a mother eases a child to the cradle
gentle and easy, as not to wake
the darling babe within,
full of life and full of un had sin.

How far have we wandered.
How far have we strayed.
From the old grounds we had,
to the new ones we betrayed
full of love full of hate,
full of passion and full of fury
how far have we wandered.
how far have we strayed.


The times when we played
full of grace and beauty
like an angel in motion
never to be seen by mortal eyes

Let the music take control
let the music mend your soul
If we all just take a minute
If we all just try to limit
the amount of stress we deal with daily
we would all dance quite gaily
Let the music take control,
let it mend your broken soul.
If not to be swept away,
then to accept the display  
of running away.
living to fight another day
against the darkest demons  
plaguing the day.

Leave go my hands, let me catch breath and see;
Let the dew-fall drench either side of me;
    Clear apple-leaves are soft upon that moon
Seen sidelong like a blossom in the tree;
    And God, ah God, that day should be so soon.

The grass is thick and cool, it lets us lie.
Kissed upon either cheek and either eye,
    I turn to thee as some green afternoon
Turns toward sunset, and is loth to die;
    Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.

Lie closer, lean your face upon my side,
Feel where the dew fell that has hardly dried,
    Hear how the blood beats that went nigh to swoon;
The pleasure lives there when the sense has died,
    Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.

O my fair lord, I charge you leave me this:
It is not sweeter than a foolish kiss?
    Nay take it then, my flower, my first in June,
My rose, so like a tender mouth it is:
    Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.

Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire
Dividing my delight and my desire,
    The crescent life and love the plenilune,
Love me though dusk begin and dark retire;
    Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.

Ah, my heart fails, my blood draws back; I know,
When life runs over, life is near to go;
    And with the slain of love love’s ways are strewn,
And with their blood, if love will have it so;
    Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.

Ah, do thy will now; slay me if thou wilt;
There is no building now the walls are built,
    No quarrying now the corner-stone is hewn,
No drinking now the vine’s whole blood is spilt;
    Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.

Nay, slay me now; nay, for I will be slain;
Pluck thy red pleasure from the teeth of pain,
    Break down thy vine ere yet grape-gatherers prune,
Slay me ere day can slay desire again;
    Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.

Yea, with thy sweet lips, with thy sweet sword; yea
Take life and all, for I will die, I say;
    Love, I gave love, is life a better boon?
For sweet night’s sake I will not live till day;
    Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.

Nay, I will sleep then only; nay, but go.
Ah sweet, too sweet to me, my sweet, I know
    Love, sleep, and death go to the sweet same tune;
Hold my hair fast, and kiss me through it soon.
    Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.

Oh on this day my mischievous fae
Oh on this day i declare
My love for you oh so fair
On this day i swear
To take you away in to the air
And twirl as fairies light on the wind

Verse fills my thoughts in a never ending tirade
As my mind struggles to compare something
to your unceasing beauty
It seems, the splendors of life,
Hardly compare to the woman who commands mine

Like barons we drink
Revelling in the moment,
failing to understand,
the true feast,
are the moments we share together