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Late Lament
By Graeme Edge, The Moody Blues

Breathe deep the gathering gloom,
Watch lights fade from every room.
Bedsitter people look back and lament,
Another day's useless energy spent.
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one,
Lonely man cries for love and has none.
New mother picks up and suckles her son,
Senior citizens wish they were young.

Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colours from our sight.
Red is grey and yellow white,
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion???


Year of the Cat
  Al Stewart

On a morning from a Bogart movie
 In a country where they turn back time
 You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre
 Contemplating a crime

She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running
 Like a watercolor in the rain
 Don't bother asking for explanations
 She'll just tell you that she came

In the year of the cat

She doesn't give you time for questions
 As she locks up your arm in hers
 And you follow till your sense of which direction
 Completely disappears

By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
 There's a hidden door she leads you to
 These days, she says, "I feel my life
 Just like a river running through"

The year of the cat

Why she looks at you so coolly?
 And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
 She comes in incense and patchouli
 So you take her, to find what's waiting inside

The year of the cat

Well morning comes and you're still with her
 And the bus and the tourists are gone
 And you've thrown away your choice and lost your ticket
 So you have to stay on

But the drumbeat strains of the night remain
 In the rhythm of the new-born day
 You know sometime you're bound to leave her
 But for now you're going to stay

In the year of the cat
 Year of the cat


the World Disconnected

and from the world disconnected
plugged into silence
pondering the solitude
contemplating the dawn
lonely tomorrows
and empty horizons
all because your soul is not in mine



Promised Me A Color Blue

and yet you had promised me a color blue
standing there in that darkest night
and when the morning light came you fled
your heart and mine in tow
and yet you speak of promises made
of times when two had been as one
when romance was a gentle breeze
... and my heart sailed upon its wind.



A Softness

there is a softness to the reality that my life has become
as the days slip their boundary edge
and muted shades of grey twist into black
time has become a friend and foe
days slip beyond grasp
and still your hand is not within mine



Headlong in to Love

and lest I should run headlong in to love
I will hold my passion in check
but in your soul my lifetime blooms
you cannot know for I have seen it in ages past
when you and I were one
splinters of the very same soul
and when you are near
my passion ignites
the poets cry out
and yours is the vision I keep
with only your touch
my world will revolve
and tomorrow the sun
will etch upon the morning dew
a tapestry of the love we are to share




And I

beautiful easy evenings
your hair drifting on the wind
kissing my face
music drifting from my guitar
your foot keepin rhythm
tomorrows bright
the moment is ours
easy times
your love