whispers of your shadow sweep 'cross my 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
shadows of your whispers sweep 'cross my face
takin' me to that other place
the place of
holy grace
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4 comments:
this is so beautiful...lyrical, in fact. Have you put it to music??? I heard a song in my head as I read it :)
xxoxx
hello there, grace! you know, i have several pieces that i really "felt" were/are lyrics - and would love to hear them as such - just don't know anyone to put them to music -
thanks so much for coming by and especially for your always kind comments!
I agree with Grace! Put out the thought that someone musically inclined with be able to put this lovely poem to music!
you're so right - sometimes it's so hard to see the forest for the trees, trish - or the thoughts for the...... ;)
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