the city speaks

 

last night I was Talking to the city

and it says it misses you

it wants you to come home

into its loving arms…

in morning light I looked across the bay

and the city spoke your name

it misses you upon its streets

and misses you in its heart

and I miss you too…

I ain’t got the strength for Bellingham

to be alone here anymore

but it’s your memory

that reflects the beauty on the bay…

but there’s a quite poetic notion

in the city this morning

and its speaks of missing you

and it speaks of loving you…

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moments left still, as is the moment

 

as is the moment put to ambient guitar

As she lies supple body

next to mine she asks what

in this moment can’t you hide

I say in the moment left standing

I just want to please your body and your mind

in the twilight slowly dying

she cross my emotions with fear

that this moment could end

before the sunlight has set upon the hills

and what was an eternity lost in memories left still

kisses left upon an ecstasy of will

tender forgotten words in the either

of the moments like marble

stationed strong upon the cliff side

where trepidation can no longer abide

as is the moment

As she lies supple body

next to mine she asks what

in this moment can’t you hide

I say in the moment left standing

I just want to please your body and your mind

 

in the twilight slowly dying

she cross my emotions with fear

that this moment could end

before the sunlight has set upon the hills

and what was an eternity lost in memories left still

 

kisses left upon an ecstasy of will

tender forgotten words in the either

of the moments like marble

stationed strong upon the cliff side

where trepidation can no longer abide

eternal muse

 

don’t leave me in the door

to be left as a fool

one to never grow old

eternally mused by you

I wrote sonnets and prose

and every song reflected of you

never to be sung by another

eternally mused by you

I don’t know which way i’m going

where I’ve been a fairytale

lost in the abyss of wonder

eternally mused by you

the lost stories of time

hollow as they seem

speak of the light

that shines through the trees

devoted their words stayed true

like religious text

or stars returning in the sky

eternally mused by you