Down came the thunder

water on the rocks
coming down through
the splendour of the grass
as our love is where we rest

heaven never was that steel blue
joining in at nature's special tune
silent as a summer morning in dew
never, never was the earth so pure

our love as water on the carved rocks
coming down over the rich land
cuting corners, cuting stones and sand
through the splendour of the grass

creating its own road to travel
towards us where we rest at last
as the love is we both share
killing the fears at our feet
below us, way down deep
in the sand

water on the rocks don't seem to end
water on the rocks coming down
as the love we found
water's coming down and down

giving food to what we found
giving it reason to survive
keeping it alive in shimmering lights
letting it grow in to its daylight
setlling down in our hearts
where it is like water on the rocks

heading for that final count down
where the water frrom the rocks
comes down, keeps coming down
from those heights we try to find

ignorance blocking us we still find the way
way deep inside we find what's hidden
what the eye doesn't see, almost leaves
in its retreat

yet, we find our way in water from the rocks
yes, water of the rocks showed us within
we saw the secret where it began  ended
we drank our water from the rocks

wanting more and more where it came from
 satisfying our thirst, then came the word
we lay down next to our fears that had
disappeard when we became man

down came the hunder, down came the rain
making us clean, washing the sins away
one day water of the rocks will come down again


(c) JR.

Blues

 

 

 

 

i

 

love the night life, in the dark corners

 

and

 

shades of night, where we find a piano playin

 

the

 

piano blues, bluer than life it self

 

 

 

 

driven

 

 

by 

 

a

 

burning ambition

 

leadin me in to temptation, with those haunting melodies

 

 

bound

 

by

 

dark desires

 

she's no hunter, she lets me go, blues surround her old piano

 

 

the

 

lights have an pale old glow

 

smoke cuts through shady places, like a wall hard to see through

 

 

blues

 

were never that good

 

whatever the menue, it's the blues

 

whatever her fancy it is to be blue

 

 

her

 

melodies ar rich in words and lonely without them

 

she

 

gives them het attention when she plays her piano

 

softly, teasing,  sometimes even a rising gale

 

 

she

 

takes what's on the menue, she lives under a blue moon

 

she

 

has the blues in a tight embrace, she loves the blues like her

 

own

 

sweet old lace

 

she's always in a blue

 

 haze

 

 

 

(c) JR.