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Head pushed back
to lean against the soaring life
that sears so tall and so high
Into the morning's troubled murmur
Running thru all of my sight

Stealthily
I am taken

At that hour when all things have repose,
O lonely watcher of the skies,
Do you hear the night wind and the sighs
Of harps playing unto Love to enclose
The pale gates of sunrise?

When all things repose do you alone
Awake to hear the sweet harps play

and it's always you
yes it's always you
and when the sweetened days die thru
it is always you

you've a glow in you like the gold of truth
you've a glow that cut thru
and now you can know me

Bid adieu, adieu, adieu
Bid adieu to girlish days,
Happy Love is come to woo
Thee and woo thy girlish ways-
The zone that doth become thee fair,
The snood upon thy yellow hair.

When thou hast heard his name upon

like a ghost, that hides from sight
I feel that I who was with you
and like a ghost I'm fading soul
and I've known your name
I've known your face

you're like the air that soft and sleek
soothing reason and it would calm me

sweep the faint strings,musician/
with thy long lean hand: downward the
starry tapers burn/
sinks soft the waning sand/
the old hound whimpers
crouched in sleep/
the embers smoulder low/
across the walls the shadows

empty pages
a day whispering

dissolving melancholy
into joyous soft sung quiverings

tasting wine
in drowning seas

unsung day
that felt so strange
it seemed cold
but it brought sweet change

that's the time of subtlety
when we are deepening mysteries
that's the time we change so fast

Summer gone
Sleepy dust
Tired and dark mornings
For love waiting to die

Faded green
Stolen time
Blind and lost seasons

I'm sitting quiet now, in the glow of that
spellbound sight
and I'm soaking in the glaze as these minutes
of sheer delight are spreading, running in red,
till the dying fire's fed n the slick of the dark
melts thru to the sun's setting display,
till it takes all the day
n it shapes n it swallows n follows me, somewhere

Hungry like
sharp desire
Suffering in sleep

Only quiet for the fear
of finding tears when you greet that which you once wanted oh so much

Treading like you want to find each tear

I would in that sweet bosom be
(O sweet it is and fair it is!)
Where no rude wind might visit me.
Because of sad austerities
I would in that sweet bosom be.

I would be ever in that heart
(O soft I knock and soft entreat her!)

All those words, they lied, they cursed;
I'd better mean it all now...
All I've done,
and all that's gone
I'd better mean it all now
I'd better mean it all now

All that summer I offered you

I recall something said long ago
You were sleeping, dreaming
for love

I'm made of a danger hardly know
And I live alone there
Always alone

Although they have passed by,
all those years they have not gone forever.
And I'm shaken to watch as they rise
again and again
To take me to days to places that fall harsh together
To swallow and steal me and call me to task once again

When all was waiting there for me

You're taking something
caught close to the heart
That snares everything
Breaking it apart
You're taking something
to be where you are
And it leaves all that's been
to die among the dark

you, brimming full and wide
and spiting your hate is a sneer...
you're see thing wild inside,
your words are ragin' poison
and its clear
that you spend so much time
decrying the world,
lying to yourself 'bout the things you fear...

Frozen one morning
Like cold rain just falling
and cutting the ground oh so familiar

Echoing over
and over again
Runs the sound of dismay

you seemed a rushing n warm summer rain
so new, so strange, a rushing n tearing love
no one could claimed that I tried-that I failed
attending n sheltering
n reaching for full bloom
to flower, yet to be poisoning
yet to be clinging to you
you bring liar's roses

she breezes thru here,
a beautiful storm...
tears down most everything,
and towers above it all...

fearless, laughing like a leaving train,
ripping out a part of me
and I say, she has got it all...

Lightly come or lightly go
Though thy heart presage thee woe,
Vales and many a wasted sun,
Oread, let thy laughter run,
Till the irreverent mountain air
Ripple all thy flying hair.

Lightly, lightly-ever so;

Love smashed on a rock,
love smashed on a rock,
love smashed on a rock.

Love smashed on a rock,
love smashed on a rock,
love smashed on a rock.

O sweetheart, hear you
your lover's tale;
A man shall have sorrow
when friends him fail.

For he shall know then
Friends be untrue
And a little ashes

The day you climb down
Day you climb down

Your heads in the clouds
with all the words you've spoken
down here on the ground
where all you've touched is broken
There will come a time when I will disown you

Poor debri, careless, craving release like a fool seeking to be flattered...
Curious silver tongued lies and shadows...
All the strangerness you can utter...

Now is not the time to be turning to me;
ghosts and dead dreams are all that I see...
Whispering like a sleep uneasy.
Hanging in the air, a drear prophecy...

White light clutters wild skies
Feeding the last fall of bright
flashing day onto land and sea like

This one moment just before
star lightning and thunder falls
Filled with a silent ache white and clear
Soaking in the wide open space

it may be that I'm prisoner
of all that I believe...
it may be I've been captured
'n yet I claim I'm free
still I wont leave yr memory
to strangers that would sneer
at gifts that you are leaving
and all the things you bequeath

there is no brighter land
where is the young man
who waked where love roams?
I am that young man - I understand
and know there is no brighter land
come tomorrow this will stand
come tomorrow this word stands
where is the young man

Hush, oh hush now dear
Quiet your cries away
For all you let me hear,
is all that I hear today

I know you very well,
oh so very long
I know you very well,

Somehow shaken from sleep
and made for to wake
altho' the night cut you down
You'll deny it
You'll defy it
And you will rise and turn your life around...

Something's here to wait for

Shut the door to gently as you go
For I don't know where I stand
Don't be amused by any phrase I choose
to try to use, to understand you
Teach me please the way I should be
to slow down, slow down
Teach me a way to simply gauge
to know you now.

Silently she's coming,
Combing her long hair,
Silently and graciously,
With many a pretty air.

The sun is in the willow leaves
And on the dappled grass,
And still she's combing her long hair

White snow rages
It fills every space

Tears to my thoughts
Sobs to my words

Some melting echoes
Lives that I dream

a miracle, a miracle-I lost my way
a miracle, a butterfly a-flying by,
a miracle a melody strange,
fluttering, a miracle, a blur unrhymed
flying by, a butterfly, a miracle
all a blaze of colour in my eyes...
all I want is to shake off this rhyme
this melody that charms my life

ah I was the thief
stealing such sweet
lingering themes
robbing the towering fragrance we loved
that we loved to be
that we loved to dream
plundering all that we dreamed upon
with laughter like spite

Thou leanest to the shell of night
Dear lady, a divining ear,
In that soft choiring of delight
What sound hath made thy heart to fear?
Seemed it of rivers rushing forth
From the grey derserts of the north?

That mood of thine, O timorous,

Though I thy Mithridates were,
Framed to defy the poison-dart,
Yet must thou fold me unaware
To know the rapture of thy heart,
And I but render and confess
The malice of thy tenderness.

For elegant and antique phrase,

i'm struck
and sure every splintered sight
will run together tomorrow

that trucks well hidden
will hide my flight
so that where i go
no one follows

What counsel has the hooded moon
Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet,
Of Love in ancient plenilune,
Glory and stars beneath his feet-
A sage that is but kith and kin
With the comedian Capuchin?

Believe me rather that am wise

Who goes amid the green wood
With springtide all adorning her?
Who goes amid the merry green wood
To make it merrier?

Who passes in the sunlight
By ways that know the light footfall?
Who passes in the sweet sunlight

Early time of love, be now
Be real, be amazed
be awoken from the sleeping hour
that would claim the day
Be open as the grasping petalled flower would be,
would willingly be, for now and for always...
Always attuned.
And not afraid...

Once there was a day
so far away
of better things to come
That day has passed
but it may be tomorrow
Our fear is understood

Once there was a day

I'm not scared
to try it
I will take it there
as I find it
I'm not scared to up and go
no I'm not scared to follow

in your jewelled footsteps