Miracles
Sick of myself and all that keeps the light
Of the wide heavens away from me and mine,
I climb this ledge, and by this wind-swept pine
Lingering, watch the coming of the night:
'Tis ever a new wonder to my sight.
Men look to God for some mysterious sign,
For other stars than such as nightly shine,
For some unwonted symbol of His might.
Wouldst see a miracle not less than those
The Master wrought of old in Galilee?
Come watch with me the azure turn to rose
In yonder West, the changing pageantry,
The fading alps and archipelagoes,
And spectral cities of the sunset-sea.
poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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Return!
RETURN, return! all night my lamp is burning,
All night, like it, my wide eyes watch and burn;
Like it, I fade and pale, when day returning
Bears witness that the absent can return,
Return, return.
Like it, I lessen with a lengthening sadness,
Like it, I burn to waste and waste to burn,
Like it, I spend the golden oil of gladness
To feed the sorrowy signal for return,
Return, return.
Like it, like it, whene'er the east wind sings,
I bend and shake; like it, I quake and yearn,
When Hope's late butterflies, with whispering wings,
Fly in out of the dark, to fall and burn--
Burn in the watchfire of return,
Return, return.
Like it, the very flame whereby I pine
Consumes me to its nature. While I mourn
My soul becomes a better soul than mine,
And from its brightening beacon I discern
My starry love go forth from me, and shine
Across the seas a path for thy return,
Return, return.
Return, return! all night I see it burn,
All night it prays like me, and lifts a twin
Of palmed praying hands that meet and yearn--
Yearn to the impleaded skies for thy return.
Day, like a golden fetter, locks them in,
And wans the light that withers, tho' it burn
As warmly still for thy return;
Still thro' the splendid load uplifts the thin
Pale, paler, palest patience that can learn
Naught but that votive sign for thy return--
That single suppliant sign for thy return,
Return, return.
Return, return! lest haply, love, or e'er
Thou touch the lamp the light have ceased to burn,
And thou, who thro' the window didst discern
The wonted flame, shalt reach the topmost stair
To find no wide eyes watching there,
No wither'd welcome waiting thy return!
A passing ghost, a smoke-wreath in the air,
The flameless ashes, and the soulless urn,
Warm with the famish'd fire that lived to burn--
Burn out its lingering life for thy return,
Its last of lingering life for thy return,
Its last of lingering life to light thy late return,
Return, return.
poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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She Touches A Sad String Of Soft Recall
Return, return! all night my lamp is burning,
All night, like it, my wide eyes watch and burn;
Like it, I fade and pale, when day returning
Bears witness that the absent can return,
Return, return.
Like it, I lessen with a lengthening sadness,
Like it, I burn to waste and waste to burn,
Like it, I spend the golden oil of gladness
To feed the sorrowy signal for return,
Return, return.
Like it, like it, whene'er the east wind sings,
I bend and shake; like it, I quake and yearn,
When Hope's late butterflies, with whispering wings,
Fly in out of the dark, to fall and burn-
Burn in the watchfire of return,
Return, return.
Like it, the very flame whereby I pine
Consumes me to its nature. While I mourn
My soul becomes a better soul than mine,
And from its brightening beacon I discern
My starry love go forth from me, and shine
Across the seas a path for thy return,
Return, return.
Return, return! all night I see it burn,
All night it prays like me, and lifts a twin
Of palmèd praying hands that meet and yearn-
Yearn to the impleaded skies for thy return.
Day, like a golden fetter, locks them in,
And wans the light that withers, tho' it burn
As warmly still for thy return;
Still thro' the splendid load uplifts the thin
Pale, paler, palest patience that can learn
Nought but that votive sign for thy return-
That single suppliant sign for thy return,
Return, return.
Return, return! lest haply, love, or e'er
Thou touch the lamp the light have ceased to burn,
And thou, who thro' the window didst discern
The wonted flame, shalt reach the topmost stair
To find no wide eyes watching there,
No withered welcome waiting thy return!
A passing ghost, a smoke-wreath in the air,
The flameless ashes, and the soulless urn,
Warm with the famished fire that lived to burn-
Burn out its lingering life for thy return,
Its last of lingering life for thy return,
Its last of lingering life to light thy late return,
Return, return.
poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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The Last Remaining Light
Roll me on your frozen fields
Break my bones to watch them heal
Drown me in your thirsty veins
Where I watch and I wait
And pray for the rain
Curl like smoke
And breathe again
Down your throat
Inside your ribs
And through your spine
And every nerve
Where I watch and I wait
And you too the herd
And if you dont feel me now
Sun will rise
Still Im in grief of the coming night
In the last remaining light
Seven moons and seven suns
Heaven waits for tose who run
Down your winter and underneith your waves
When you watch and you wait
And pray for the day
And if you dont believe the sun will rise
Stand alone and greet the coming night
And in the last remaining light
And if you dont believe the sun will rise
Stand alone and greet the coming night
And in the last remaining light
Light
Light
Light
song performed by by Audioslave
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On The Ledge Under The Sky
You sit up high,
On a ledge under the sky,
Where wings don’t fly,
And humans don’t cry,
Up high on this ledge under the sky,
But why or why,
Do you want to fly?
When you can sit up on the sky,
And hear a voice that doesn’t die,
Or see a drifting tie,
On this ledge in the sky,
And smell a pie,
From miles and miles away a sty,
Under the sky,
Where no one can lie,
‘Cause we see everything from up high,
On this ledge under the sky,
Where you can wonder from your mind’s eye,
And your leg and thigh,
Dangle down from this ledge upon the sky,
Where one never does sigh,
Or look upon the rye,
On this ledge below the sky,
You can be a spy,
You can pry and pry,
And never will people see the tears you cry,
Up upon this ledge in the sky,
Never will you fly,
Or dream why or why,
For you’re already on the ledge under the sky.
A Farmer of Stars
I scoop the stars
Into my palm
In waters gathered from the storm
Each star
a world
Slipping slowly from my palm.
I wander
With the receding star
See the light
From afar
I reflect on
The moving light
Of what just might have been
Dreams swept by that moment’s delight.
Loss, always loss
Of the star
That was never mine
Each
A desire
Spawned by a passing wind
That moves the clouds
Which can but hide
A star
I thought was mine
Beyond reach
Cupped in my palm
Lingering for a moment
The twinkle so near
I try to hold them
A prisoner of my mind.
Copyright 2006 Baru Gobira
poem by Baru Gobira
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The Glow In My Eyes Just The Same
It’s the light not to touch might bruise the heart
Glittering drops revealed in pearls
Grasshopper feast for an endless leap
Wind swept caressing beautiful morning
Of coming so close never to return
The beams soft rising rising from hands
It’s the light not to touch might bruise the heart
Might ruin the whole within a song
The final breathing of all the mists
In clouds raising thorns
In clouds growing flowers
Wind swept caressing beautiful morning
Of coming so close never to return.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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On A Night Like This
See the Milky-way, a great bowl of wonder
Filling the sky amidst the crisp magic air
You are in the stars and the stars in you
The camp fire crackles, the breeze is easy
The night is old and sleepy
I watch the heavens in silent wonder
You are my star child, laying in my arms
Comfort me in your serene universe
An owl hoots, the loons are calling
Everything else is in peaceful bliss
I am justified and cleansed
Only God could make a night like this
A shooting star flickers
The lake is like a dream
The fire brings pine tree shadows
The crickets are playing their music
Your face dances with fire light
Time is a drama from the heavens
The north star is bright tonight
There's nothing I miss on a night like this
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Mystery Obscured
Far away from nothing,
The trees in the sky is what I see.
I hear the wind - it's coming,
Stirring up the pine trees.
I hear the ocean behind -
Smell salt in the air.
The wind it finally reaches me,
Mixing pine with salt air.
The sky is steely grey,
The sun obscured by clouds.
It casts a mysterious light,
On trees and ocean alike.
poem by Aimee Nell
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I Walk The Line
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the ties that bind
Because youre mine I walk the line
I find it very very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each days through
Yes I admit it, I am a fool for you
Because youre mine I walk the line
As sure as night is dark and days light
I keep you on my mind both day and night
And happiness Ive known proves that its right
Because youre mine, I walk the line
Youve got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I cant hide
For you I know Id even try to turn the tide
Because youre mine, I walk that line
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because youre mine, I walk the line
Because youre mine, I walk the line
Because youre mine, I walk the line
Im gonna walk it
Im gonna walk the line
Im gonna walk it, walk it, walk it
Im gonna walk that line
Im gonna walk it because youre mine
Im gonna walk it, walk it
Im gonna walk the line
Im gonna walk it, walk it
Im gonna walk the line
Im gonna walk it
Im gonna walk the line
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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I Walk The Line
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time.
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because youre mine, I walk the line
I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, Ill admit Im a fool for you
Because youre mine, I walk the line
As sure as night is dark and day is light
I keep you on my mind both day and night
And happiness Ive known proves that its right
Because youre mine, I walk the line
Youve got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I cant hide
For you I know Id even try to turn the tide
Because youre mine, I walk the line
song performed by by Live
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The Sky Is Broken
see the storm is broken
in the middle of the night
nothing left here for me
it's washed away
the rain pushes
the buildings aside
the sky turns black
the sky
wash it far
push it out to sea
there's nothing left here
for me
i watch it lift up to the sky
i watch it crush me
and then i die
speak to me baby
in the middle of the night
pull your mouth
close to mine
i can see the wind coming down
like black night
so speak to me
like the winds outside
it's broken up
song performed by by Moby from Play
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It's Alright
It's alright - baby's coming back
And i don't really care where he's been.
It's alright - baby's coming back
And i won't turn him around this time.
I'll be your cliff (you can fall down from me).
I'll be your ledge (you can lean upon me).
I'll be your bridge, your flowering tree
You can still depend on me...
And i'll be (the ticking of your clock).
And i'll be (the numbers on your watch).
And i'll be (your hands to stop the time).
I'll even be your danger sign.
Chorus repeats.
And i'll be (your grace your dignity).
And i'll be (your night your destiny).
And i'll be (your comfort and your ease).
I will be your storm at seas...
And i'll be (your sharp intake of breath).
And i'll be (your work i'll take no rest).
And when the world falls to decline
I'll be yours and you'll be mine.
Chorus repeats...
(make it easy on yourself tonight).
song performed by by Eurythmics
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The Light Of Love
Standing at the terminal I can almost hear the music
Coming from the cold and chilly l.a. night
And when we get to the gate, baby
All of the things that were said
Will they turn you round and bring you back
Will they bring you back
Will you come back home cause you know Im waiting
The light of love is always on
You know my love is getting stronger and stronger
The light of love is always on
Keeping the night watch
Baby, are you lonely, dont talk to strangers
Im trying to tell myself you wont be gone for long
And when we get to the part baby, where all of the tears start to come
Will you turn around, get on the plane
Will it bring you back, will you come back home
cause you know Im waiting
The light of love is always on
You know my love is getting stronger and stronger
The light of love is always on
Keeping the night watch
The light of love is always on
You know my love is getting stronger and stronger
The light of love is always on
Keeping the night watch
The light of love is always on
You know my love is getting stronger and stronger
The light of love is always on
Keeping the night watch
Keeping the night watch
Keeping the night watch
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Meet On The Ledge - Originally By Fairport Convention
We used to say
That come the day
When wed all be making songs
Or finding better words
These ideas never lasted long
The way is up
Along the road
The air is growing thin
Too many friends who tried
Were blown off this mountain with the wind
Meet on the ledge
Were gonna meet on the ledge
When your time is up youre gonna meet all your friends
Meet on the ledge
Were gonna meet on the ledge
If you really mean it, it all comes round again
So here I sit
Im all alone
But thats the only way to be
Youll have your chance again
Then you can do the work for me
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
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Sick City (acoustic)
Restless people from the sick city
Burned their homes down to make the sky look pretty
What can I do I'm just a person
This is the line that we always seem to hear
You just sit
Things get worse and
Watch TV and drink your beer
Walkin' all alone
Not goin' anywhere
Walkin' all alone
Nobody seems to care
Restless as the wind
This town is killin' me
Got to put an end
To this restless misery
I'm Just one of those restless people
Can never seem to be satisfied with livin'
In the sick old sick sick sick old sick city
It may be too late for me to say goodbye
And it may be too late
To watch the sick old city die
Goin' on the road
Yeah I'm gonna try to say
Sick city so long goodbye and die
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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The Piper On The Hills
A CHILD'S SONG
There sits a piper on the hill
Who pipes the livelong day,
And when he pipes both loud and shrill,
The frightened people say
‘The wind, the wind is blowing up,
'Tis rising to a gale.’
The women hurry to the shore
To watch some distant sail.
The wind, the wind, the wind, the wind,
Is blowing to a gale.
But when he pipes all sweet and low,
The piper on the hill,
I hear the merry women go
With laughter, loud and shrill
‘The wind, the wind is coming south,
'Twill blow a gentle day.’
They gather on the meadow-land,
To toss the yellow hay.
The wind, the wind, the wind, the wind,
Is blowing south to-day.
And in the morn, when winter comes,
To keep the piper warm,
The little Angels shake their wings
To make a feather storm
‘The snow, the snow has come at last!’
The happy children call,
And ‘ring around’ they dance in glee,
And watch the snowflakes fall.
The wind, the wind, the wind, the wind,
Has spread a snowy pall.
But when at night the piper plays,
I have not any fear,
Because God's windows open wide
The pretty tune to hear;
And when each crowding spirit looks,
From its star window-pane,
A watching mother may behold
Her little child again.
The wind, the wind, the wind, the wind,
May blow her home again.
poem by Dora Sigerson Shorter
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Welcome Home
The fire burns bright
And the hearth is clean swept,
As she likes it kept,
And the lamp is alight.
She is coming to-night.
The wind's east of late.
When she comes, she'll be cold,
So the big chair is rolled
Close up to the grate,
And I listen and wait.
The shutters are fast,
And the red curtains hide
Every hint of outside.
But hark, how the blast
Whistled then as it passed!
Or was it the train?
How long shall I stand,
With my watch in my hand,
And listen in vain
For the wheels in the lane?
Hark! A rumble I hear
(Will the wind not be still?),
And it comes down the hill,
And it grows on the ear,
And now it is near.
Quick, a fresh log to burn!
Run and open the door,
Hold a lamp out before
To light up the turn,
And bring in the urn.
You are come, then, at last!
O my dear, is it you?
I can scarce think it true
I am holding you fast,
And sorrow is past.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Dark Light
Look out, cause theres something wrong
And you dont know what it is
Watch out, or its sodom and gommorah
The malevolent order
Right now, before its much too late
Before its much too late
A dark light---a darkness never ending
A dark light---the devil gets his due
A dark night---is everywhere descending
A dark light---is coming for you
Now look up, well the skies are black
And theyre getting darker all the time
Watch out, for the things that you believe in
Youre gonna be attacked,
And you wont know what it is
Wise up, you better watch your step
You better watch your step
A dark light---a darkness never ending
A dark light---of perversion and hate
A dark night---is everywhere descending
A dark light---theres no time to wait
Look out, for the death of love
There will be no more love
Watch out, its yourself that you are fooling
Who do you think youre fooling
Shout it out, its a terrible thing
Such a terrible thing
A dark light---a darkness never ending
A dark light---the sun is turning cool
A dark night---is everywhere descending
A dark light---is shining at you
Dark light, dark light
Is shining at you, dark light
song performed by by Kiss
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Eye Conqueror
I am the conqueror
I taste your scent in the wind
Set my sail but then you sink my boat
So I begin to swim
Bash my foes until I win
Lances smash across my chest
That's my quest you wonder why
I will never die
The only thing I bleed for is you
Oceans of love
I crossed them for you
In the matrix of your garden
I find you in bloom
Now that you found me
No one's gonna get around me
I'm coming for you
Coming for you
Coming for you (can we get this all together)
Coming for you (can we get this all)
Nothing I cannot do
There is nothing I wouldn't do for you
And you put me all through the worst
I am cursed with a light that's made to burn
That's where I shine
And now you'll be mine
Oceans of love
I've crossed them for you
In the matrix of your garden
I beg your pardon
Now that I've hardened
No one's gonna get around me
Coming for you (can we get this all together)
I'm coming for you (can we get this all together)
Coming for you (can we get this all together)
Coming for you (can we get this all together)
I am the conqueror
Byzantine mosaic in the heat
I am cursed, through the worst
With a life that's made to burn
That's where I shine, where I shine now
And you, you, you, you, you
Are mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
Love
I've crossed them for you
In the Matrix of your garden
I find you in bloom
And now that I've found you
No one's gonna get around me
You (can we get this all together)
I'm coming for you (can we get this all together)
Coming for you (can we get this all together)
Coming for you (can we get this all together)
I am the conqueror
I am the conqueror
I am the conqueror
I am the conqueror
I am the conqueror
I am the conqueror
Am the conqueror
song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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Pine Tree
I'm a pine tree in a ceramic pot,
Sitting on a ledge beside a window.
The other trees outside have grown a lot,
But my maturation has been so slow.
I watch each season pass in front of me.
I watch the world wear down in bad weather.
I watch each tree become green and healthy
In front-yard forests—tall and together.
I see the leaves go brown, flake and crumble.
I see the barren branches of winter.
I see nature force them to be humble
When lightning crashes them into splinters.
I'm fine looking from here, my window sill.
In watching, I experience life still.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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