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Early spring 2002 for my wife, Leesa by Stephen the Plebeian When I touched you, before the sunrise Laying my right hand between your breasts upon your heart I could feel its steady beating, keeping time An eternal rhythm, an endless rhyme With the pulse in my fingertips With my own loving heart You are in me, and I in you God has made us Man and Wife But this is foolishness in the minds of modern men Who have said in their foolish hearts "there is no God" A stumbling Stone to righteous man who proudly wears his righteous rags Who is nothing more than dust and moldy sod In you I have lived... to the world I have died As the Great Prince Michael so loved his Bride When I touched you, before the sunrise In the third watch of a sleepless morning As God was betrayed by men thought wise My heart betrayed was new love learning Where Hope Eternal on angel wings rise From the darkest hour of the darkest night To the Endless Dawn of the eastern skies Where Love still lives by Love's own light Where men cannot see, and men cannot hear The beating heart of Love's sweet grace They long for that which becomes so dear God's purest Love on their lover's face Then I kissed you, my wife kissed your silent lips, your sleeping eyes When I touched you, my life touched you ... before the sunrise. Stephen Copyright SunShine DixieLand Company 2003 |
SunShine DixieLand Company
