When heralding gales of circumstance blew
This beer-drenched shambolic frame from outside
Into the glowing tavern's smile - inside.
My soul was slapped awake, my world askew.
For she was there; an unexpected view
Of beauty brushing damaged fears aside,
When heralding gales of circumstance blew
This beer-drenched shambolic frame from outside.
Amidst the chattering my intrigue grew
Engulfed by clamouring egos, poor tongue died
In my arid caverned mouth now kiln-dried
By sharpest shuddering breaths drawing through
When heralding gales of circumstance blew.
But doubt conspired to hide behind low eyes
Which in a simpler time gleamed aqua blue;
Now dimmed across the times of smirking lies
And yet her eyes to mine breathed something true.
I choked back half folorn and hapless sighs
And from my birdcage soul sweet musings flew;
But doubt conspired to hide behind low eyes
Which in a simpler time gleamed aqua blue.
What is it that to weary heart applies
A gentle pressure close as morning dew?
That quietly pulsing urgent glance at you
Which in the face of reason boldly flies
But doubt conspired to hide behind low eyes.
The Fates began to weave in moonlight hours
A thread for other times beyond this place,
When smiles would deftly kiss this sullen face
And hope would come to dreaming such as ours.
A mind that scorned at love that cruelly sours
Forgot the destined cord those sisters lace.
The Fates began to weave in moonlight hours
A thread for other times beyond this place.
Who is it from the glare of passion cowers?
Who shuns the touch of love that speaks of grace?
And shivers not when Cupid's fingers trace
A pathway as the heart surrenders powers.
The Fates began to weave in moonlight hours.
I smile again when caught in winter showers,
For in this frozen core dull embers glow;
And care not if the rain should turn to snow,
Though humbled as above me true love towers.
I'm sure somewhere disappointment glowers
And yet I sneer when brooding tempests blow.
I smile again when caught in winter showers
For in this frozen core dull embers glow.
Come spring we'll meet neath that leafy bower;
And there the threaded sunlight's rays bestow
A warmth which only she may cause to grow
With thoughts in mind, age will never scour
For in this frozen core dull embers glow.
