Blue-Eyed Lost OneIf I told you about your blue eyes How they make the red dirt earth crumble beneath my feet And change the courses of mighty rivers through our fields How they start fire on our great powerful sun Or reveal night-flies in the dark shadows How they create whispers in my aged worked palms Wanting to cover your ears from howling wolves from the west If I told you about your blue eyes How they capture me with endless potion song and dream birds And invade my thoughts during the gathering hours How they make scattering wide floods travel to our salty sea Or make me reborn to my child innocence How they illuminate those forgotten above your bosom Making roses blossom at your beautiful gaze If I told you about your blue eyes How they nourish the bushes and smokey signals And make our mother nature become jealous How they fight for eachother on the buffalo land Or make strong eagles soar in the tinted blue sky How they make the weeping trees full of laughter Longing for tears to soak in the pattern of your deep black robe If I told you to meet me Out beside the great white oak in the corn field If I held your soft forgiven hand And took on a silent idea To go where I have not gone before Would your blues eyes care and be spoken of To join me with drink and fruit For a fire burning feast and deep drum beat For two spirits Tonight in the silence? © 1999 David Greg Harth 99.02.23.02:17:38 @ 296 nyc |
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