The night is cold
Stars watching the moon with sly smiles
I'm gazing into the autumn sky
Your name on my lips, your song in my heart.
I cannot tell the world what you mean to me
How much you've changed my life
Replaced the sad smiles
With sunshine and happy cheer.
Fate it seems, brought us together
The distance and the separation brought us closer
God's test and the angels' blessings
Everything was written long before we'd guessed.
Your words, your embrace, your love
Each little thing about you is special
You make me feel like a girl and a woman
All at the same time.
I do not know what tomorrow will bring
Whether we'll be in each others' arms
Whether we'll be as happy as can be
Whether we'll build a house on the moors.
But as long as I have breath in my body
As long as the blood gushes in my vein
As long as the sun rises up in the sky
As long as the moon waxes and wanes.
You'll be my hero,
My knight in shining armour
Life has changed, life has meaning now
And it will as long as we have each other.
Friday, October 1, 2010
And we break
And we take
And we cry
And we lie.
And we fight
And we die
And we love
And we hate.
With all our heart
With all our spite
With all our venom
With all our passion.
And heartaches come and go
And pain fades and resurfaces
And friends stop by
And some pass into oblivion.
And then we forgive
And then we forget
And then time slips away
And the seasons blow into eternity.
And still the angst eats at our flesh
And still desire feeds on our blood
And still hope waits on the doorstep
And still misery sticks to her habits.
And then it all comes to a stop
And then the clock stops ticking
And then the story ends
And then we are back at the beginning...
And we take
And we cry
And we lie.
And we fight
And we die
And we love
And we hate.
With all our heart
With all our spite
With all our venom
With all our passion.
And heartaches come and go
And pain fades and resurfaces
And friends stop by
And some pass into oblivion.
And then we forgive
And then we forget
And then time slips away
And the seasons blow into eternity.
And still the angst eats at our flesh
And still desire feeds on our blood
And still hope waits on the doorstep
And still misery sticks to her habits.
And then it all comes to a stop
And then the clock stops ticking
And then the story ends
And then we are back at the beginning...
Were there spaces between us?
Unspoken words and silly smiles
Strangers along life's path
A journey without beginning nor end.
Books lying open on the sand
Waves crashing and seagulls whistling
Happiness waving and sadness retreating
One step at a time, one beat at a time.
The evening stretches into eternity
Champagne drowned in a gulp
The pellets of rain glistening on your skin
Strangers all the more, never friends, just strangers.
Romance some distance away
Shadows of alluring hope
Drops of joy, strands of faith
Take my hand, lest I fall.
You're not a believer
Nor am I
I just live my days like a nomad
Driving past caravans of fate.
The rain has stopped
The sun has come out from her siesta
I look at the sky
And she grins back at me.
I had abandoned love ages ago
Buried her in the bosom of my broken heart
Started looking for hate
And then I stumbled across a stranger.
I was a poet, he was a painter, he was a musician
And he would sing until I fell asleep
The stars watching over us
The moon brazenly peeping amidst the stars.
No more darkness I see
I am not afraid of tomorrow's equivocal surprises
I've been bruised and I've tasted despair
But he's changed the course of destiny.
Where there were ransacked dreams
He replaced them all with renewed strength
I did not ask for even a ray of sunshine
He effortlessly handed me the sun.
And she did burn
As she did, she warmed my cold heart
The sun was my friend since the beginning of time
If only I'd ask for her protection when I'd needed it.
And now he sings melodiously
Even the winds cannot drown his music
His compositions are like rainbows stretching over miles
Riot of colours in a summer sky.
And then he paints a canvas
Plays with the pallet,
Sprinkles paint on my tear-streaked face
I laugh some more, I cry tears of happiness.
And like Keats, he rides with Bacchus' bards
Like Shakespeare, he sees life as a play
Like Pinter, he contemplates the irony of existence
And like Moliere, he plays with words.
While my Lord watches from above
He takes my hand and asks for a dance
Today I am happy
And I will be, for all the days to come.
Unspoken words and silly smiles
Strangers along life's path
A journey without beginning nor end.
Books lying open on the sand
Waves crashing and seagulls whistling
Happiness waving and sadness retreating
One step at a time, one beat at a time.
The evening stretches into eternity
Champagne drowned in a gulp
The pellets of rain glistening on your skin
Strangers all the more, never friends, just strangers.
Romance some distance away
Shadows of alluring hope
Drops of joy, strands of faith
Take my hand, lest I fall.
You're not a believer
Nor am I
I just live my days like a nomad
Driving past caravans of fate.
The rain has stopped
The sun has come out from her siesta
I look at the sky
And she grins back at me.
I had abandoned love ages ago
Buried her in the bosom of my broken heart
Started looking for hate
And then I stumbled across a stranger.
I was a poet, he was a painter, he was a musician
And he would sing until I fell asleep
The stars watching over us
The moon brazenly peeping amidst the stars.
No more darkness I see
I am not afraid of tomorrow's equivocal surprises
I've been bruised and I've tasted despair
But he's changed the course of destiny.
Where there were ransacked dreams
He replaced them all with renewed strength
I did not ask for even a ray of sunshine
He effortlessly handed me the sun.
And she did burn
As she did, she warmed my cold heart
The sun was my friend since the beginning of time
If only I'd ask for her protection when I'd needed it.
And now he sings melodiously
Even the winds cannot drown his music
His compositions are like rainbows stretching over miles
Riot of colours in a summer sky.
And then he paints a canvas
Plays with the pallet,
Sprinkles paint on my tear-streaked face
I laugh some more, I cry tears of happiness.
And like Keats, he rides with Bacchus' bards
Like Shakespeare, he sees life as a play
Like Pinter, he contemplates the irony of existence
And like Moliere, he plays with words.
While my Lord watches from above
He takes my hand and asks for a dance
Today I am happy
And I will be, for all the days to come.
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