Press this moment for ever Into the frozen airA flower of timeBetween the pages of our lives
Let its soft curves and its sharp edges Live on therePerfect and uniqueAs one small flake amid the flurried snow
Let it become like goldIn the honeycombA forcePerfect in balance and in tone
Let its power spreadLike the silent strength of a spider's web Press this moment for everFrom your lips to finger tipsLike a prayer
My foreign soul, you've been travelling so long Was there a beginning to the journey you're on?Where have you come from? Where have you been? Tell me a tale of the things you have seen
I've been looking for answers, looking far and wideI've been looking for answers on the other side All that is glistening, it isn't goldLooking for truth beyond the lies we've been told
All the King's horses and all the King's men Couldn't begin to put things right again Where tenderness is, that's where I'm bound Something so deep, so rich, profound
I am skinWith blood and bone and pain and joy within And something moreThat can't be bought or sold, abide or follow any law
I've walked the curve of the earth below and aboveBeen turned to ash in the fire of loveI've burned like a flame in the blackest of nightsFallen so far from the highest of heights
But my foreign soul's risen againBeen cleansed and soothed in the Berlin rain Deceit from those closest is a cold surprise Found so much warmth in a strangers eyes
And so I must travel and so I must roamThere is no such place as a place to call home Where tenderness that's where I'm bound Somewhere so deep, so rich, profound.
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip From the centre of my lip Dig, dig, dig, dig, digIn the middle of my ribsCrack, crack, crack, crack, crack Up and down my backDrip, drip, drip, drip, drip
Way out on the waterFar far out to seaI let go of the landThe land that let go of me
The Gull he flies beside me No companion moreStraight on to the horizon Back against the shore
Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip From the centre of , lip Dig, dig, dig, dig, digIn the middle of my ribsCrack, crack, crack, crack, crack Up and down my backDrip, drip, drip, drip, drip
I shall drift foreverupon each shifting wave above the endless fathoms from now until the grave
From shapeless to formFrom arid to storm To calm or to warn To die or be born
Like stories of oldThe modern myths are told As theories unfoldSpinning fire into gold
And the circle comes roundFrom the highest heights to the lowest ground The rainbow unboundWithout making a sound
The high wave, the still pond Bright petal, curled frond The once present now gone The far distance beyond
To walk or to fallTo be enormous or smallTo have more than you need To have nothing at all
Between morning and night Between shadow and light Between wrong and right To surrender or fight.
In a houseA room Dimly lit Monotone greyAnd thick with dust
Against the far wall is a tall marble fireplace The mantelpiece is whitish greyAnd coldAnd merging with the thick powdery dust I am drawn to the small and lifeless shape Of a tiny bird
Moving closerI see that it is the Robin that has shared my garden for so long SmallAnd deadAnd still
I give out a cry Oh no!
Then my father says: No — it's alrightLook
And gentlyPicking up the lifeless, drooping bird in his cupped hands Its breastBefore my eyesInfusesAnd fills with blood!
Bright scarlet life! Plump and red It now stands Shielded in my father's palmsChirpingFilling the room With its colour Its warmthIts song.
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