Paul Fearne
A thousand
I never
thought
that sunlight
would be so
thick
as to drown
the evening
in its own
restless clawing
there are
chances
and bright
stars
that the
daylight cannot hide
there are
songs
that take the
breathing of dreams
to let wander
over sea shells
a corner
in a room
that a
thousand children have been taught in
in that corner
a thousand
tears have been shed
and each tear
upon hitting
the floor
has given
birth to a thousand dreams
a thousand new
cities
a thousand
works of art
untold
marriages
and untold
books
and when the
tears have dried
and the cities
have turned to dust
the art picked
by wingless time
the marriages
gone to a thousand generations
and the books
to mere ideas
I will sing a
new song
and it will be
more lovely
than our hopes
could bare
and it will be
for you
and our
children
and the
wishing of the sun
The beauty of love
love and all
it brings
hope and all
that it lets us wish
when we find
that special someone
we open our
hearts
and our souls
and everything
we thought was hidden
but when it
comes to that missing heart beat
there is
nothing like love
to bind the
gap back together
we never know
what it truly
means to love
until we have
been there
and then
when the sand
of the hourglass
no longer
falls
here we find
ourselves
through the
mist
and into the
arms of the other
but when we
can no longer feel life’s pulse
here love is
stretching
and bending us
to that deeper
part of ourselves
that is not
for touching
but for
yearning
and all that
comes to pass
when we look
into the eyes of the beloved
here we find
that something special
that we cannot
describe
only hint at
when the dawn
is at its most precious height
and the
sparrow is at its nest
and feeding
its young
but we must
not be surprised at this
for when all
the poets have had their say
and all the
bards have sung their songs
there is
something more that sweeps us away
and that is
the strength we find
in the arms of
the beloved
and dance
which is love
I can only say
one thing more
and that is
when we are
through with everything about life
we return once
again
to that centre
which is where
love is
it holds us
breaks us
and transports
us
to where we
want to go
(and that is
everywhere
and everything
and all that
cannot be touched
by any hand of
winter
or any lap of
any wave
on
the hearth
which is the beauty of love)
What we have
always wanted
a sense
that we all have
that the daylight is a thief
as the time between moments
is what the scorching of the sun will take
and when we are through
I will have it all
and then
when the dance is done
and nothing can escape us
there will be a foraging
in the oldest places
we will find ancient manuscripts
and know them to be new
and then
when the darkness has left us without sight
I will forge a new path to the sea
and we will come to know
what we have always wanted
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