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<Song of Beautiful Wanton>

Among The Blue Flowers And The Yellow
among the blue flowers-among the yellow blooms-
I heard Divers and oh its mournful tune
among the yellow flowers-among the blue bright blooms-
I wept, - I wept for Divers-and I wept for Lazarus too-

One Light Then
face down-with a glancing hand, straying to the brow
that runs deep and knotted, harsh-
there to collect, in corners sharp
ah, how you've changed from the times that we knew-
no cross fire, no lies seemed to mar our one light then
-and now, its tears stain your cheeks-showing in each line
of speech forced out from the lips that look back-
and sever in-

Dearsong
strew your flowers- for tomorrow is somewhere
now being born again- to rise in this, its born again
hour-to tantalise to taunt
who can count ah, just how many ways of interplay
and from that like a blade, thrown abroad with
never-a-care,
-shall know this hour being born?
ah don't sing me sweetly singing all your dearsong of then.
sing me back into the now
and strew your flowers-forget the killing thrust that empowers
your love of then so much-this, the coldest of thoughts
this, the coldest spurn-all this you must forsake-
for, who count just how many ways of cruel doubt
all your fears may take
as, like beautiful desires they fill your eyes-to overflow-
and then, break do not sing me your dear song of then
do not-strew your flowers for tomorrow.-

Staring
a light so low- driven like the snow upon the ground-
empty now of tears running down-turning to a sneer
laugh aloud-the only thing to do is laugh out loud-
to give a voice to tears running down-
cutting all that's dear
your forsaken and you were taken in- oh to think that
with every yearning sound your forsaken-how you were
taken in and your lights forsaken, low-burned almost down
to the ground
and ah, burn too low and you will disappear- were will you
go when your not a friend to yourself?
ah, never ever-never do that-

Less Sky
I was but a word left sighing-and I was but a lie-
and I was but a curse, defying all the breath that held my life
I was like a lie so transparent, seeing no grace in me-
I saw myself in flames so barren, yet diminishing still,
guttering in disbelief;
Just a cracked and a fading singing-a music of something
that should have been,
Caught up in dying echoings; the song of a sigh that is vanishing
As, all the restless feeling -all the cry -all that I'd deny-
I was left to savour, ah to thrive upon all the days
that I'd decry
and ah, all the days that I believed can't be just as a dream,
a lie I bought and held fast to me?
ah not all those days that I believed?
-and yet they sound; forlorn in anger, at a dawn that
dares to be born in light
Piercing, and sure

Sorrow Loves Your Laughter
Sorrow loves your laughter, your cracked bitter laughter
your sadness loves all of your maze hidden ways
raining such incessant tears that posses you
your struck by own hand-securing your chains
Binding a prisoner-holding a captive-caught for a victory
your quiet voice claims
Your quiet witching soul guides your life, like a sleepwalker;
the kindness of darkness cousuming a flame
and your sorrow loves your scorning, oh so angry and
yearning- your sadness loves all your surrendering pain,
given to sourness and leaving estranged then all of the gladness
from earlier days
such twisted reasoning-and all that remains then you'll let invade
you, assume your shape,
and your kind witching soul binds your life like a prisoner;
the kindness of certainly that keeps you a slave.

Lullay My Liking
I saw a maiden sit and then sing-
she lullayed a litte child, a sweet lauding
-Lullay my liking-
-Angels they sang and they said to the child-blessed be thee
-and so be she that is both meek and mild
-Lullay my liking.-

The Silkie
I am a man upon the land- I am Silkie on the sea
and when I am in my own country-my dwelling place
is Skule Skerry
and it shall come to pass on a Summer day-
when the sun shines hot on every stone
that I shall take my little son- and I'll teach him for to swim
in the foam-
and you will marry a gunner good
and a proud good gunner I'm sure he'll be-
and he will go out on a May morning-
and he'll kill both my wee son-and me-

Lord Gregory
the rain beats my yellow hair-and the dew wets my skin-
my baby's cold in my arms-Lord Gregory let me in
Oh leave now these windows-and likewise leave these halls-
for it's deep in the sea that you should hid your downfall
Lie down-lie down my foolish son-lie down now
and sleep
-it's only the servant girl lies drownded in the deep
I'll ride over mountains and valleys so wide-
I will find the servant girl-and lie by her side.

The Lovely Wanton
the people by the road do not see me-
precious bane, precious bane
the smile upon your face does not believe me, precious bane
step into the living room-the room where I awake-
the watchers at the window do not see me
believe me, precious bane
ah lovely wanton, come from sleep to me; such drowsy heat
is not flame
ah lovely wanton, your a straying breed-so come to me,
my precious bane
nightmare still unseen; you do not see me precious bane
step out of the living room-the room where I still wait
deep night undisturbed; you do not see me precious bane
the lovely wanton is not awake to me-a piercing cold
is biting in
the lovely wanton, with such loyalty-such fiercened cold,
my precious bane.-

I Will Give My Love An Apple
I will give my love an apple-without ever a core
I will give my love a house-without ever a door
I will give my love a palace wherein she may be-
that she may unlock it without ever a key
I will give my love an apple-

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