Monthly Archives: March 2015

The Music of Skies

Who colored your eyes with the music of skies,
In the light where we bathe by the first sunrise?
Cast shadows on long lilting meadows of grass,
And wish for a sunrise that never would pass.

And I’ve never been one to fall on my knees,
No I’ve never been one to ask or say please.
But for you I should cross over harrowing seas,
In your arms and your eyes will my heart be at peace.

For the innocence found on a cool misty day,
As I walked through the clouds while the stars lit the way.
To remember a time when my virginal eyes,
Were still strangers to where your soft beauty lies.

It’s too easy to say I will never be free,
That I’ll lock myself up and to you give the key.
But I don’t need to say it; it’s already true,
My heart no more mine since I laid eyes on you.

Where silence breaks up the slow drone of the day,
Where fire stands strong against cold autumn rain,
Where the oasis is not but a trick the eyes play,
In this desert world I’m so glad I’m insane.

To believe that I could ever have called you mine,
For I come and I go but you stay for all time.
When a minute in heaven’s worth a lifetime in hell,
Will I see you again when they’re ringing the knell?