|'DARKNESS CRIES AND LIGHT DREAMS' from WWW.VISUALCOUNTERPOINT.COM From Visual Counterpoint|
Did you hear the call of the nightingale,
As she sings for lost dreams through the night?
Did you hear the silence between each phrase,
That echoes darkness held within light?
Did you feel the gentle touch of one,
Waiting to join you in the fight?
With a strength beyond any simple belief,
And a force greater than any might.
If you hear the music then you must cry,
With the only voice that you own,
Singing like the nightingale in darkness, call
All to gather the seeds that must be sown,
So this world will flourish and Time will say,
‘Every moment I spent here has grown,
To become greater than I ever dreamed,
More than past and present has ever shown.’
Or do you wake in the cold light of morning,
Having lost many forgettable dreams?
Do you ever wonder what passes silently,
While you wait to wake to reality, that seems
To rule yet must stand aside when your soul
Finally leaps into the water and silently screams,
For the freedom to sing of the love you held
In faith, and give it to the bubbling streams.
Lost yet found by the water of life,
For there it will run with laughing glee,
From the highest mountain crowned by the sky,
To the lowest land bordered by the bold salt sea,
From where some fled to fill this world,
Then grew to provide both you and me,
With ears to hear the music that plays an ancient song,
And know the words that accompany the free.
|'WORLDS APART YET TOUCHING' from WWW.VISUALCOUNTERPOINT.COM From Visual Counterpoint|
This is for Andy who has inspired me with his courage and his love that must encompass all humanity.
I have re-opened this journal to post a song written for a man I have never met but admire without any reservation.
If you hear the music for which I wrote these words, then you always knew the meaning.