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lay your word

1985

quiet in the daylight
a reflection of a ray
against the thoughts you resurrect
with the sounds of yesterday

quiet are the skeletons
in coffins of our past
pale are our memories
oh would our fusion last

  lay your word here in my ear
  let your breath play around that i can hear
  let the rhythm of our chords be one
  will you come

  lay your voice agains my head
  with your lips a fire of burning red
  let the rhythm of our chords be one
  will you come

quiet the reflection
of your image in the rain
through the glass of my distant past
now broken by its pain

quiet are the visions
and our union put away
in the cellars of my past
and its deaf to what i say

© Jacques Steyn