I still remember angel wings
that swept across me gently
inside your room
And you would lie across my chest
then without words you would confess
through eyes of blue
that we just made a moment
that will flow forever deep within
the heart of you
And I know it's still there
no matter where we are
or what we say or what we do.
Let's go back to the mountains
let's lie down in the dark
and I will swim the frozen stills I found
in you fountain heart
Yes I was a pauper then
but poet still and oh, my friend
you were my muse
And yes you know i treasure still
the way you took me with your will
inside of you
While all the world was out there
changing money, spinning aimlessly
upon their wheels
We just moved in rhyme
lost to time as the sun fell 'neath
the windowsill
Let's talk about astrology
let's sit beneath the stars
and you can do my chart
and read the part about the way
I once stirred your fountain heart
We used to lay out in the park
until the darkness fell
and our bodies yearned
And then I'd whisper through your hair
the poetry of Baudelaire
as candles burned
And we would lie cocooned
inside your room like butterflies all damp
with morning dew
I would hold you while you slept
and sneak a secret kiss
as dreams ran wild in you
I know that was so long ago and yes we are apart
but sometimes I still wonder if there's any way
that I can stir your fountain heart
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth