Morning Mourning
In morning mourning
Hop scotched through dreams
Of lavender and pearl
Recollecting
And stopped
When it saw
Your blue eyes
Oh, your blue, blue eyes
That I will never see again
Outside of dreamtime…
And I remembered again
In decreasing detail
Your flowering face in
Intimate grace
And eyes of love with
Tiny lines around them
That told tales like back road
County maps through soul-filled
Sunshine days…
And I want to be there again with you
Lightning on the ridge over desert
Do you remember?
Smell of summer rain, sage
Making love like an open page
As the sky opens his fierce approval
Over our ancient rite
And a full moon howls through clouds
In our approaching night…
But I am left
With foggy mind
In morning mourning
Trying to hold the vapor
Just one moment more
Just one moment
Just one...
Your eyes are always the last to leave me
Fading tombs
Glistening dewdrop tears
You're gone.
Fading tombs
Glistening dewdrop tears
You're gone.
--Eric Marley
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