Caves
of Life
Caverns deep and silent slow
Reap the darkness...blackened snow
Falls upon the silver tip
Of the damaged sunken sailing ship
Passing by in bible-black night
The ships do sail from each one's sight
And upon the shoals..the one does crash
But silently without a splash
The broken, bent and twisted frame
No words to hear...She calls his name
Embrace me love lost in the cave
For even in death..I am your slave..
Copyright Dancers Inc.
1996
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