Wednesday, March 14, 2012

The Blue Hour

The clouds, they go their way
With indifference to us
A melancholy light
The ghost of Summer past
The moon relieves the sun
Across the evening sky
And here we come undone
And here we say goodbye

Take the last kiss from my lips
Take the last look at my face
And then surrender all we have
Or I will never walk away

The whispers in the bough
Are but rumours on the wind
This love was never ours
And yet we took it in
The headstones mark the lost
Erased by time and tide
Ashes cast to sea
Blow back as memories..

Piano Magic

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