| Deep Sea Dreaming
After cool winter falls
And day is over
Black shadows glide behind the heavy moon -
The language of beauty soars over head;
Wind music -
Fluting melody -
Far below, the deep sea lies dreaming
Whispering to the sky of dancing white spray
And tiny swimming visions
That dart effortless through the depths
As the crying gulls wheel above.
Sleep
Dark passion of the dance
Take the beauty of the night -
The soft cry from a lover's throat -
Create your own death -
Falling into midnight
Sleep until tomorrow. |
The Cry of the Wind
Cry, dear wind - who are we to want?
Worn by your touch, and yet...
Under all is beauty that can be love.
The velvet fantasy of time
Lies soft and heavy,
A faded mirror,
Looking upon the true spell of man.
The sighing wind
Through corridors of mist
Gives dark music promise.
Cry, dearest wind -
Sing the fire of midnight again.
Lord of Night Indifferent Lord of still and quiet night;
Your sleep makes tomorrow live.
Not of cool stars, the enchanted playful life of warmth.
Arrogant raindrops have ever danced with
passion in heated sunlight,
Reminding you of the beauty of dusty lies
And the soft cry of lost love.
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