Bacchus
The Fly
Time, this time;
Passes by,
If I could, but one last fervor,
Take me
to the rivers of belief
To those days of long ago.
Back,
when we were but kids
On a brand new world
Unfettered by the flames
All those winds unfolding,
whirling
Dancing in the moonlight.
As a child?s tear,
We could fall down
In this time,
In this place,
Maybe
We could walk along the bend
Lift the fields
Where
Flowers remain;
Held to resonate
Held to simply be..
Soon it will be morning
Soon we?ll feel the dawn
Scratching at our doorstep
Reaching out
And reaching in
Creature comfort
We shall begin?
[This message has been edited by Bacchus (edited 09-01-2001).]
Passes by,
If I could, but one last fervor,
Take me
to the rivers of belief
To those days of long ago.
Back,
when we were but kids
On a brand new world
Unfettered by the flames
All those winds unfolding,
whirling
Dancing in the moonlight.
As a child?s tear,
We could fall down
In this time,
In this place,
Maybe
We could walk along the bend
Lift the fields
Where
Flowers remain;
Held to resonate
Held to simply be..
Soon it will be morning
Soon we?ll feel the dawn
Scratching at our doorstep
Reaching out
And reaching in
Creature comfort
We shall begin?
[This message has been edited by Bacchus (edited 09-01-2001).]