Time rolls on as the song plays out
Always in tune but lost in doubt
A Dance no longer for two too share
The final notes heard in silent prayer
Our final steps slow and tender
No music now left to bind us together
Time rolls on as the song plays out
Always in tune but lost in doubt
A Dance no longer for two too share
The final notes heard in silent prayer
Our final steps slow and tender
No music now left to bind us together
A black and white still
Captures an easy elegance
Lost in a thought
Without effort or pretence
Head bowed for a moment
Shared but kept secret
Though almost touching
Alone for an instant
Smile played upon lips
From remembrance or sight
I wonder at the thought
That brings colour and light
Framed in a second
Of innocent pleasure
A portrait of pure beauty
No greater treasure
I awake from a dream not yet willing to leave
A continued fantasy my unconscious mind conceived
The reality paled and could never stand in place
Of images so clear their form I could trace
Base desires met in seemingly endless waves of pleasure
Bodies moving as one in complete and total surrender
Shared and relived in tortures sweetest form
With dreams star were all thoughts were born
A story interlaced with times of pure content
Those beautiful moments that are simply heaven sent
No action more delicate or free from all wish
Than lying intertwined sleep sealed with a kiss
The truth of words written but never said aloud
Remaining on the page in view but never found
Breathing life into thoughts and making them soar
Allowing space to relive, reminisce and adore
Of the tales they inspire the muse left unaware
Penned in their honour yet hidden from their stare
A glimpse now and then sometimes offered on a whim
When the mood takes and finds courage from within
Yet more of what flows will remain forever out of sight
A simple, silent homage to those that cast their light
Take a walk with me
I can make you forget
The pain that you hold
And all the regret
The moments of doubt
Those insecure cries
Life’s endless darkness
Forever black skies
Clocked and hooded
With gliding steps
Whispering so sweetly
As the angels wept
The promise obscene
In nature and deed
For to be granted
This world you must leave
By your own hand
And with your own will
Forsake your own future
Your own heart you must still