sábado, 3 de outubro de 2009

Another day

The kettle's on, the sun has gone, another day
She offers me, Tibetan tea, on a flower tray
She's at the door, she wants to score, she didn't mean to say:
"I loved you a long time ago
Where the winds of forget-me-nots blow
But I just couldn't let myself go
Not knowing what on earth there is to know
How I wish that I had, 'cause I feel so sad
That I never had one of your children."
From across the room, inside a tomb, a chance is waxed and waned
The night is young, why are we so hung up in each other's chains?
I must take her, and I must make her, while the dove domains
And feel the juice run as she flies
Run my wings under her sighs
As the flames of eternity rise
To lick us with the first born lash of dawn
Oh really my dear, I can't see what we fear
Standing here with ourselves in between us
And at the door, we can't say more, than just another day
And without a sound, I turn around, and I walk away

Roy Harper

1 comentário:

Stephen Gray disse...

Roy Harper is a rare apple, he is I fear the last great Englishman of our times a Poet a song master and one of the few who is real to a point and real to a man..