Strongest love
I cannot speak
Flaming hope
Wilting and weak
In bread and wine
Strongest love
I cannot speak
Flaming hope
Wilting and weak
In bread and wine
Hawthorn sprays
Flying clouds of railway smoke
A heavy mahogany door
Autumn winds invite me to soak.
In rivers of wild roses.
Cushioned by deep vermillion
My memory of winter dies
Against the rising breeze
Kissed by butterflies
I never keep to the rules.
Stone and granite
Swept the shadowy cliffs
Pinnacles of the tower
Colour, light and life
You arrive from a long journey.
Which road?
Which room?
Your words
Too soon
Accompany me
Oak blocks
Painted green and red and gold
Narrow aisles never used
A glimpse of an unbolted door
The breadth and the depth of love.
Each canvas stretched
The picture in the mirror
Caught in a inspired moment
Without thinking
You answer every question.
Somewhere along the way
In the frenzied rush
The strength of the cross sustains me
Prays for me
And dresses me in royal garments
Remember this
The colours were faded to cotton
A stain of absolute possession
Every stare of recognition
You trace over my name.
You swallow the night
Pull me closer to you
The future is waiting for me
A future of delights
Bringing colour to my life.