Thursday, June 11. 2009
THIS IS THE HOUR
an hour as white as lace
just like your velvet morning face
an hour shimmering wise
just like your evening eyes
This is the hour, I say
this is the hour of light
this is the hour today
and this is the hour tonight
and in this time I'll be
but writing fairest poetry
and paint its cheeks unshed
to edge you out of bed
all treasured I would gaze
at you rejoicing silently
and with its fragrant light
unlit I'd see, I'd see
This is the hour, I say
this is the hour of light
this is the hour today
and this is the hour tonight
its glowing would be bound
and even if I really drowned
I'd follow our day
I'd never go astray
This is the hour, I say
this is the hour of light
this is the hour today
and this is the hour tonight
© 2005
Freely adapted
from Marcel
just like your velvet morning face
an hour shimmering wise
just like your evening eyes
This is the hour, I say
this is the hour of light
this is the hour today
and this is the hour tonight
and in this time I'll be
but writing fairest poetry
and paint its cheeks unshed
to edge you out of bed
all treasured I would gaze
at you rejoicing silently
and with its fragrant light
unlit I'd see, I'd see
This is the hour, I say
this is the hour of light
this is the hour today
and this is the hour tonight
its glowing would be bound
and even if I really drowned
I'd follow our day
I'd never go astray
This is the hour, I say
this is the hour of light
this is the hour today
and this is the hour tonight
© 2005
Freely adapted
from Marcel
Monday, June 1. 2009
how to forget (4)
someone so silent
must be really true
that's what you chose to be
lieve nothing else so
keep watching
but there ain't no touch
never closer than just
perfect art this is in his
smile you live to sur
vive for far more than
one heartbeat
happened to get a
way and returned to my
simple mind right in
front of those darkened
eyes I caught myself
to Gale and his BK
© 2009
must be really true
that's what you chose to be
lieve nothing else so
keep watching
but there ain't no touch
never closer than just
perfect art this is in his
smile you live to sur
vive for far more than
one heartbeat
happened to get a
way and returned to my
simple mind right in
front of those darkened
eyes I caught myself
to Gale and his BK
© 2009
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