May 10, 2011

Morning Song



Like a heart in winter beats alone,
solitary is this place I call my own.
Memories of sun that fan an undiminished flame...

Morning song, and still you're gone.
Somehow I'll find a way
to fill my glass up to the rim,
unearthing gold each day.
True is my devotion -
always there beneath my skin.

No forgetting what is left behind;
Light and shadow from a once elusive sky.
Wanting to possess me like an unforgiving rain...

Morning song, and still you're gone.
Somehow I'll find a way
to fill my glass up to the rim,
unearthing gold each day.
True is my devotion -
once a bright undying dream.

Memories of sun that fan an undiminished flame..

Morning song and still you're gone
somehow I'll find a way
to fill my glass up to the rim
unearthing gold each day.
True is my devotion -
always there beneath

my

skin.





Let me hear in the morning of thy steadfast love, 
for in thee I put my trust. 
Teach me the way I should go, 
for to thee I lift up my soul.

1 comment:

Ari C'rona said...

Thinkin' about you today, my friend :o)