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The Afterglow...2001
In the afterglow of springtime
I find my garden dead and bare
'Cept for a naked sparrow
Burning 'neath the summer glare
Alone, but a mere hatch-ling
Cast out from its mothers nest
I pray for God to take it home
On the wings of angels, give it rest
In the afterglow of summertime
Autumn leaves turn gold to brown
Some lay upon the barren soil
Burning red like embers thrown
From fireworks that lit the sky
Just a month or two ago
Familiar voices cheered and laughed
I longed for winter winds to howl
In the afterglow of fallen leaves
The season that I love best
I longed so, then to hear your voice
To feel your heart beat against my breast
I longed so, then to see your eyes
That turn from gold to brown
To hold the naked sparrow
Now dead beneath the ground
In the afterglow of winter
Cardinals, jays and chickadees
Sing in angelic voices
Anticipating spring
I anticipate your arrival
And the gifts that you will bare
A package filled with emptiness
We will fill it, if we dare
We'll laugh
And play
And love and dance
Beneath the moonlight, bare
In the afterglow of loving you
I'll hunger yet for your sweet taste
Let all of the seasons stand still, my love
Leave me not with guilt, in haste
For in the afterglow of all of our dreams
Of all of our love, desire
Of all of the seasons come and gone
We'll still burn like Haiti's fire
In the afterglow of your leaving me
Alone, my heart will rest
Until you find your way through
The afterglow
And lay your cheek upon my breast...
L.A.McNabb
16 September, 2001
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
I find my garden dead and bare
'Cept for a naked sparrow
Burning 'neath the summer glare
Alone, but a mere hatch-ling
Cast out from its mothers nest
I pray for God to take it home
On the wings of angels, give it rest
In the afterglow of summertime
Autumn leaves turn gold to brown
Some lay upon the barren soil
Burning red like embers thrown
From fireworks that lit the sky
Just a month or two ago
Familiar voices cheered and laughed
I longed for winter winds to howl
In the afterglow of fallen leaves
The season that I love best
I longed so, then to hear your voice
To feel your heart beat against my breast
I longed so, then to see your eyes
That turn from gold to brown
To hold the naked sparrow
Now dead beneath the ground
In the afterglow of winter
Cardinals, jays and chickadees
Sing in angelic voices
Anticipating spring
I anticipate your arrival
And the gifts that you will bare
A package filled with emptiness
We will fill it, if we dare
We'll laugh
And play
And love and dance
Beneath the moonlight, bare
In the afterglow of loving you
I'll hunger yet for your sweet taste
Let all of the seasons stand still, my love
Leave me not with guilt, in haste
For in the afterglow of all of our dreams
Of all of our love, desire
Of all of the seasons come and gone
We'll still burn like Haiti's fire
In the afterglow of your leaving me
Alone, my heart will rest
Until you find your way through
The afterglow
And lay your cheek upon my breast...
L.A.McNabb
16 September, 2001
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
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The Afterglow...2001
The Afterglow...2001