Long Mysterious
Moments
In long mysterious moments
And short sharp interludes
Thoughts of you come drifting
Into one of my whimsical moods
When I walk to the edge of my senses
And look into the chasm below
Your voice bounces from the cliff face
Words I’m longing to know
When the winds breath whispers
Quiet moments of soliloquy
And your echoes still linger
That means so much to me
In between the broken moments
When all seems lost far from my home
I stop and listen to the wind
The one that blows me home
I often pause and ponder
Times gave up and thrown away
Then later down the track, I feel
The regrets are here to stay
I’m looking for a miracle.
Something to save my soul
An interlude and requiem
Something to make me whole
In long mysterious moments
And short sharp interludes
Thoughts of you come drifting
Into one of my whimsical moods
And then, when I see the wind and the sea
I feel your hand on my face
In the dawn before the day
We join and interface
©
David Rudder
2023
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