Sunday, August 21, 2005


I’ll pretend you’re someone else,
You can do the same;
We’ll make love and tell each other
Yesterday’s to blame.
Blinded and adrift in you,
I may speak a name;
Light me then a thousand candles
From a single flame.

Pray for me a thousand prayers,
End each with your kiss;
Let me fall into the night,
Curse me with more bliss.
Such inchoate offerings
Some choose to dismiss;
Yet I must believe in love’s
Every artifice.

Rise tomorrow, like the sun,
Like the morning star;
Hold me so I can’t let go,
Hold all that we are.
Let your song be of the night,
Of a land afar;
Lift your voice up to the dawn,
To the morning star.

Stephen Brooke ©2005

Obviously not a 'song' in any pop sense...yet strictly metered and singable.

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