Blue Gorgeous by Rowan Blair Colver
A just for your favour,
In synchronicity with endeavour,
Broken little flower heads,
Littering the way,
But that is more than they say,
When winter clouds sweep them away,
Like nothing was ever there,
Poking a dream from a branch,
And sinking into the forever,
That is the past moment,
Oh, clouded dream singing there,
Breathe with me the mountain air,
The verse of song which utters thus,
Can always be our drinking cup,
Be here be there and everywhere between,
Sweet vision of a tomorrow seem,
Can it dowse with Christening love,
And be as one like the sky above,
Can we rain cloud our way over the mountain,
And pour with voluptuous torrents,
Of pleasure and thunderous joy.
Rowan Blair Colver
In synchronicity with endeavour,
Broken little flower heads,
Littering the way,
But that is more than they say,
When winter clouds sweep them away,
Like nothing was ever there,
Poking a dream from a branch,
And sinking into the forever,
That is the past moment,
Oh, clouded dream singing there,
Breathe with me the mountain air,
The verse of song which utters thus,
Can always be our drinking cup,
Be here be there and everywhere between,
Sweet vision of a tomorrow seem,
Can it dowse with Christening love,
And be as one like the sky above,
Can we rain cloud our way over the mountain,
And pour with voluptuous torrents,
Of pleasure and thunderous joy.
Rowan Blair Colver
