Not too many horizons
when you live in a small home
with small windows
and thick blinders
and only face the smoky ceiling
as you sit sprawled on the bed,
bottle in hand, more empty than full,
cigarette between fingers, more ashes
than light.
Work starts only the day after tomorrow
......
HANDS HELD WHILE DANCING THROUGH SUNRAYS
WITH YOUR HEAD ON MY CHEST AS WE STAR GAZE
OVER THE HORIZION
AS YOUR EYES LIGHT UP MY LIFE
I FEEL THE FADING OF MY PAIN AND STRIFE
I WONDER DEEP DOWN INTO YOUR SOUL
FUELING THE FIRE IN YOUR HEART WITH MORE COAL
FALLING DEEP INTO YOUR EMBRACE
LEAVING ALL MY SORROWS BEHIND WITHOUT A TRACE
WE SHARE A BOND OF BLIND SIGHTED LOVE
......
The separation between land and sky,
Waves and clouds,
Mountains and wind,
trees and birds.
The horizon can never be reached,
A separation that will never be grasped.
What is seen is what is known,
The question’s beyond the line.
......
The separation between land and sky,
Waves and clouds,
Mountains and wind,
trees and birds.
The horizon can never be reached,
A separation that will never be grasped.
What is seen is what is known,
The question’s beyond the line.
......
HANDS HELD WHILE DANCING THROUGH SUNRAYS
WITH YOUR HEAD ON MY CHEST AS WE STAR GAZE
OVER THE HORIZION
AS YOUR EYES LIGHT UP MY LIFE
I FEEL THE FADING OF MY PAIN AND STRIFE
I WONDER DEEP DOWN INTO YOUR SOUL
FUELING THE FIRE IN YOUR HEART WITH MORE COAL
FALLING DEEP INTO YOUR EMBRACE
LEAVING ALL MY SORROWS BEHIND WITHOUT A TRACE
WE SHARE A BOND OF BLIND SIGHTED LOVE
......
Not too many horizons
when you live in a small home
with small windows
and thick blinders
and only face the smoky ceiling
as you sit sprawled on the bed,
bottle in hand, more empty than full,
cigarette between fingers, more ashes
than light.
Work starts only the day after tomorrow
......