Paroles de Figures

Headed back home Spirited by reunion Colours of cedar And an ardent arbour of knowing Eternal love slow Though you might blow away This could thicken like blood I was not in your wet eye Ever to fear over your hardened lines Came the spirit of the avalon air That would answer only your concept I held sorrow in the blue bowl around your eye I have too tried to still myself to a frame And breathe continuous Breathe continuously And still comes over my lung I plume in the westerly wind I have too run from But I hunt for you now Nothing like this is permanent Cost you nothing Handed on the plane so discrete from the bone And I shiver from the cold I'm limber but lessingly so Time is not heavy enough