Tag Archives: Music

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?

The Veil of Love

Swimming through the kaleidoscope, drenched in sweeping colors,
Painting portraits in the rhythm of a heart beating alone.
Laughing in the golden glories, swimming in the green oases,
Speaking in the shades of a heart searching for home.

Listening to the silent music, playing deep in night,
Crashing down like barren waves on cold and empty shores.
Twisting, turning, tailing off, in the bleeding purple sky,
Pounding heads looking up from the hollow sea floors.

Breaking through the heavy clouds, fractal lights torch the earth,
Burning through the pallid daydreams in a thousand hues.
Climbing up the ladder, while the sun plays on the water,
Falling sadly ‘til tomorrow when the day is born anew.

Swirling through the heavenly stars, spinning past the moonbeams,
Racing ever faster towards the looming black hole at the end.
Removing the veil of unsung love, the hazy mellow comfort,
Dressing up the raging whirlwind, using gold-plating to mend.

And suddenly the day doesn’t seem so bright,
In fact I think it’s night.