whispers of your shadow sweep 'cross my lonely face
takin' me to that other place
the place of blood red moons
where stars come out at noon
and mornin's go to bed
with nothin' left unsaid
takin' me to that other place
the place of blood red moons
where stars come out at noon
and mornin's go to bed
with nothin' left unsaid
shadows of your whispers sweep 'cross my lovin' face
takin' me to that other place
takin' me to that other place
the place of
holy grace
holy grace
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2 comments:
Oh, how I love the bit about the stars coming out at noon. What a beautiful thought... and a haunting image inside that thought. The stars the stars! Just beautiful, Jenean!
Nevine
dearest nevine! how i've missed you - and me back and forth with you - another time of all those other lives taking us away - but here you are and with such sweet words for which my heart is so grateful - i love the thought of the stars coming out at noon too - and actually was sitting outside in the sunshine when i wrote this, looking at the blue sky - we are all part of the whole regardless the particular whole - the heart or the universe - so wonderful to have you come by, nevine!
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