Maybe my words are not holy
Not written in testimony
But we found divine in colors
Chasing sunrise of distant shores
To my still life you found motion
We were pilgrims to the ocean
The sounds of feelings so bizarre
Made sense played through your guitar
Maybe I can't quote the scriptures
But I praise God through my pictures
Stroked small wonders of creation
Love the tales of evolution
Through the churches' stained glass windows
Mused on pale light flooding the floors
Touching old carved wooden seats
Felt the pray of long dead priests
Why do you think God won't like it
If we missed a speech from pulpit
Not to memorise the Bible
A love song's stronger than recital
A greying head can harbour a child..
A melody filled untamed mind...
When lost reaches out for safety
You were happy people tell me
I stared at you flying your kites
Hundred happy sparks in your eyes
When I see the clouds you tamed
My inner child calls her playmate
On white paper I fill the space
Slowing my heart to my pen's pace
Shedding ink instead of crying
Watching sunsets...candles dying
What if I will run out of words
Would it be possible to burst
From unsaid questions...
strange emotion
Writing it out is my potion
Not written in testimony
But we found divine in colors
Chasing sunrise of distant shores
To my still life you found motion
We were pilgrims to the ocean
The sounds of feelings so bizarre
Made sense played through your guitar
Maybe I can't quote the scriptures
But I praise God through my pictures
Stroked small wonders of creation
Love the tales of evolution
Through the churches' stained glass windows
Mused on pale light flooding the floors
Touching old carved wooden seats
Felt the pray of long dead priests
Why do you think God won't like it
If we missed a speech from pulpit
Not to memorise the Bible
A love song's stronger than recital
A greying head can harbour a child..
A melody filled untamed mind...
When lost reaches out for safety
You were happy people tell me
I stared at you flying your kites
Hundred happy sparks in your eyes
When I see the clouds you tamed
My inner child calls her playmate
On white paper I fill the space
Slowing my heart to my pen's pace
Shedding ink instead of crying
Watching sunsets...candles dying
What if I will run out of words
Would it be possible to burst
From unsaid questions...
strange emotion
Writing it out is my potion
