Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Walking over Lemons


Walking over Lemons


Dusty beauty of the source,
What I’m here for, yes,
Oh yes what I’m here for.

I can say things to you,
Maybe no-one will ever say.
And in your quiet company,
When things need no saying,
We will remember that day.

Crossing times, tides, miles
Had us tired yet wanting more.
The echo of a citrus tree,
Came blowing on your wind.
Forever displacing need to fear.

So comely as I saw you,
We strode into the setting sun.
Walking over lemons strewn,
A foretaste of things to come…