(2014)
Truths lie within the given book Gifted to all our souls be shook Lest slumbered eyes refuse to see, blind sightedness that lives in th… Rivers still flow into the streams
Around the fire a heated ring Lips that meld, hearts that sing A dancing vision, to unfurl Skin of ginger, rich as pearl Loving sighs, moon of pale
Awaken, precious flower, For your buds are laved in dew Like beads upon your thorns, in the morning day of new For in your sweet essence,
When I am nothing but a cloud… and my memory old as rust; you will see me standing on the sh… you’ll feel me in the winds that g… You’ll hear my voice at midnight,
There is a wall of highest buil… that broke your heart and mind It slipped between blood and love and lost it’s silver line We had our day of fun and play,
Yes, the winds of love still bl… and heat still melts the winters s… The robin still sings, the black b… Clouds billow across the skies in… The tide still ebbs from an aching…
Though a tear fall from an ache Raining drops o’er land or lake Dark clouds above, now wax and wan… for fate to take away the pain
Under barbs of brambled lies, dirt and dust mask the skies Where deceit taste of chocolate pi… and hells fury is sure to fry Oh how I weep, only to think,
I’ll n’er look into your eyes agai… but only in dreams enshrined, There by winters gate, where we drank forbidden wine You hold me in cabin light
The warmth I felt has now turn… for barriers of winter ensue May you see the winds that carry m… as they carry me over skies of blu… The warmth I felt has now turned…
Breath of beauty, smell of myrr… For all my love it does stir That of which my heart awakes My lips of red softly quake Your touch be, as gentle spring
I saw a star past midnight Thought of you under moonlight Upon such things I dare to dream but tonight this I deem Forbidden as the fruits that grow,
Ever does the heartache, when in slumber it awakes, to hear the silence absence makes
I had a bleeding heart of pain, that only you could heal It was my hope, a reoccurring drea… one I thought you might could feel I cried those tears of many years,
There is an ache that lives ins… from where it comes I do not know But with it brings black butterfli… that carry pain on wings of woe Casting shadows on midnight moon,