barefeet dance

barefeet dance

sunbeams scatter autumn leaves

and shadows fall shimmering down

softly humming among the trees

where dragonflies are found

walk with me, come play and dance

whisper wildly in the breeze

rustling carpet amber and green

sleep deep where just the forest sees

would you a passionate melody sing

where only birds have ever sung

would you a prayer of colour bring

before the sunset has begun....

*hugs close*

for you write a melody that no one else can play

would you sing the world a lullaby and please don't go away

your enchanted fingers cause ivories to dance

and i'm already falling before you pass a single glance

captivated this is sacred and does your heart

does it resonate with mine, am I blind or,

or do I see you just in time?

and for all the sadness, all the dances, all the colours

for all the sunsets, all the beauty,

all the melancholy madness

wont you find me in your sadness

tell me beautiful

tell me God

will the sunrise

will the sunrise

over you again?

who brought the cup

the cup of sadness to your table?

how come your pretty eyes shed so many tears?

is your heart not made of gold?

i can search till i am old

but will the rainbows run away...

refracting coloured sorrows

can i follow can i say

can i say just how beautiful you are

can i say just how wonderful you are

you are fearfully, wonderfully made...

your words are engraved so deeply on my soul

your picture painted so vivid on my heart

i feel lost when you are gone

like a verse without a song

and im sorry, i was wrong

can i tell you, dare i say but i'm afraid

and maybe its too late i ought not to contemplate

any longer ill just say that i long for you every day

you are where my treasure is, my desire

my heart can be found right there

and baby i love you

i love you

*plants a kiss on the prettiest lips*

your barefeet run on dewy grass

and pirouette on broken glass

barefeet walk and hold my hand

and barefeet tire in sinking sand

seduced by eyes of deepest green

surely what is seen has been

reflections speak of future peace

yet tears run rivers that shall not cease

and so you write a melody that noone else can play

i see you dancing freely of a lonesome autumn day

i see you pirouette, right there among the trees

singing, lovely, barefoot, upon a bed of fallen leaves

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fine lines

fine lines

eyelids fall gently tired beautiful

and reopen slowly

smoky sorrows drift in reflective patterns

casting a mystery of shadows across your face

could there be a place

behind your eyes

a line somewhere in space

where the heart doesnt lie

and the spirit never cries

would it be possible to fathom

what might become of these cascading visions

cigarrette burns right down and one last breath remains

should i cross the line?

who can say or know for surely this has not been revealed

tripping turning stumbling

dancing free and tears wash away the smoke from my eyes

the line we tread is perfectly formed

and absolutely defined

but once breached is never returned

its burned into my mind

tread the smouldering end into the tar

yearning for something more

barefeet burn

eyesight flickers

and tired weary hands fall by my side

cannot cross over now

these obstacles won over me

had i won or lost

you'd never know the cost

and smoky ashes drift around the dying embers of my hearts desire

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mother

mother 

where flowers dont have time

their petals do not fall

brush your hand over mine

and there the scent of roses

will close over us like a veil

can it ever be fathomed

a mothers love

will it ever be known

the sadness she bears

was there ever a love like this

and dont i know

just a little

and cant i see

just a little

a fragment borrowed

from a stained glasss picture

shattered by a thousand sorrows

do i shed tears

that dont belong to me?

do i weep and cry?

oh how i long for us to see

come and walk until

the mountains meet the clouds

and lakes are found so still

so desperate is my plea

that the silence of the earth

haunts my ears

how can it be

there is a place somewhere

and there will come an hour

where sorrows are laid to rest

and that beautiful picture once lost

is again restored to what is was

and for all the lonesome hours

where kisses and tears were lost

you'll find a thousand flowers

and love without a cost

copyright lwm 2005

dancing dawn

dancing dawn

ghostly figures dance
on the soft grass of the morn
and their shimmering elegant chants
write the music of the dawn

so rise and come with me
before the sun drives them away
and you'll find a distant memory
writes the story of today

what is this faerytale?
and can we be a part
where is this faerytale
and where oh where does it start

so run with me through the morning mist
where ghostly figures play
for you and i will not be missed
we'll be home by break of day

what is this faerytale?
just dance with me, come dance
for its the children of the dawn
on the soft grass of the morn

copyright lwm 2005

for my good friend Joy who writes the most beautiful music...