Painting pictures of lovers, dark shades of grey
A love for tomorrows, never today
Clouds for desertion, skies for release
Mountains for joy, oceans for peace
Though no church for his prayers or thought sublime
Rivers of torrent, a rage for all time
Words visit like angels, drifting on the breeze
Calling with a fervour from somewhere beyond the sea
Grace within thunder, scriptures from the land
A song for a beautiful man
Hymn from the waters, dive naked into the deep
To bathe in a truth, to ride with the gift
To have wonder and solace
To soothe a past, remembered… but not missed
Light through the window, salt from the breeze
To lie with the ocean, skin tight from the cold
To wrap a world around you, with stories, as yet… untold
Grace within thunder, scriptures from the land
A song for a beautiful man
No longer a soldier waiting for a war
Nor the coat he wore, to the edge of ‘nothing more’
All that he faced, all he felt, all he did, all that he saw
Now he’s standing on the shore, he is standing on the shore
Grace within thunder, scriptures from the land
Comes gift with the hand, a song for a beautiful man.
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