Island

Track 7 of Heart Songs

ISLAND

She's
waiting inside with the thought of me. . .
while I am remembering
times we have shared
as daylight settles.

Trees
whisper a word to the evening breeze. . .
which opens the door,
and my lover is there.
She's silent, waiting.

So like a child,
like a morn,
every day, a love is born
to break a heart
or make a start
for two.
And like the rose,
like the rain,
pleasure mingled
with the pain
has made me treasure
my life with you.

You
lying asleep in
the morning dew,
remind me of islands
adrift on the sea.
My island's dreaming.

We
know we can't hide from
reality.
Tomorrow's a wind
sweeping islands away.
So now I'll hold you. . .

Like a child,
like a morn,
every day, a love is born
to break a heart
or make a start
for two.
And like the rose,
like the rain,
pleasure mingled
with the pain
has made me treasure
my life with you.

And like the rose,
like the rain,
pleasure mingled
with the pain
has made me treasure
my life with you.