and the sun it gives warmth to the sea
the stars they give weight to the moon and the sun
as all hearts are connected you see.
It’s the meaning of love to fulfill itself
It’s the purpose of heart to unite
It’s the freedom of life to rejoice in these bonds
Like the song of the day and the night
As the hues softly bleed on his canvas,
for the one that has chosen to stray
Tales once told, colors bold by eyes filled with youth,
eyes now old by the youth turned away.
And each moment a moment with meaning,
each laughter each song and each play
now these moments are gone and alone does he morn
for the ones, way too soon, gone their way
Bleeding canvases now tell a story
of a love painted luminous gold.
Of a depth that is truer than the bearers of brush
and a heart with its secret untold.
Careless minds wouldn’t see from the distance,
how the distance they brought took away
all the meaning of love, all the purpose of heart
all the song from the night and the day.
Alone have I walked in the forest,
alone have I swam in the sea,
alone I will leave to the furthest of shores,
yet somehow people tarry with me
I’ve learned of the art of detachment
Yet the heart of denial its new
so I’ll sit and I’ll listen while these canvases bleed
as I learn this great mystery from you.
The moon it gives rise to the waters
and the sun it gives warmth to the sea
the stars they give weight to the moon and the sun
Perhaps one day soon we'll all see.
