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PostPosted: 17 May 2010, 13:51
by milky moon
    Easy, easy.
    My man and me,
    we could rest and remain here, easily.
    We are tested and pained
    by what's beyond our bed.
    We are blessed and sustained
    by what is not said.

    No-one knows what is coming, or
    who will harvest what we have sewn,
    or how I've been dulling, and dumbing,
    in the service of the heart alone,

    or how I am worn to the bone
    by the river,
    and, in the river made of light,
    I'm your little life-giver.
    I will give my life.

    Haven't you seen what I've seen?
    Don't you know what you ought to do?
    I was born to love,
    and I intend to love you.

    Down in the valley,
    where the fields are green,
    Watch my luck turn, fro and to;
    pluck every last daisy clean,
    till only I may love you.

    I am easy,
    easy to keep.
    Honey, you please me
    even in your sleep.
    But my arms want to carry.
    My heart wants to hold.
    Tell me your worries. I want to be told.

    Sit, and see how the fog,
    from the port in the bay,
    lays like snow
    at the foot of the roanoke;

    hear the frog, going courting,
    till the day he croaks,
    saying, even then,
    There is light in the river.
    There is a river made of light.
    C'mon, little life-giver.
    Give your life.

    Who asked you?
    Who asked you
    if you want to be loved by me?
    Who died, and made you in charge
    of who loves who?

    All the livelong day,
    if I have my way, I will love you.
    But One can't carry the weight,
    or change the fate, of Two.
    I've been waiting for a break.
    How long's it gonna take?
    Let me love you.
    How about it?
    How about what I have to say?
    How about that livelong day?
    How am I gonna stay here
    without you?

    Easy, easy.
    You must not fear.
    You must meet me, to see me.
    I am barely here.
    But, like a Bloody Mary,
    seen in the mirror:
    speak my name
    and I appear.