there won't be an evening without a dawn
so
it's important to carry on
and on i carried
with the private thought of two
how your singing was crafted by angels
especially for me and you
and how your breathing would almost tire me
when i'd watch you
floating free
above the winds
across the southern sea
where the moon shines on like flowers
lingers on my garden walk for hours
when you touch me i may kiss you
go away and i may miss you
stay away and i may flee
this broken-hearted memory
and we're dancing in the sunset
and it's raining and i'm all wet
but you warm me with your spirit
hold me so close that i can hear it
the whisper of your friendship
like a sweet smile on your sweet lip
thanking you for what i've been shown
i'm wanting you now that i have grown
and it's raining and i'm all wet
but you warm me with your spirit
hold me so close that i can hear it
there won't be an evening without a dawn
so
it's important to carry on
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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