the winds they blow
north and south
but lady sleeps
and i don't wake her
down at the docks
they sharpen the knives
and birds at prey
and broken glass
sun and moon
still i don't wake her
stroke of midnight
the phasing arrives
in the cafe linger rhymes
poets chant and chime
but my lady is fair
she's much truer then words
she doesn't have to speak
for i know she's near
and people bow and prey
they sing songs of peace
but lady and i
we don't need nothing
all she needs has already flown
so the painter he paints
critics critique
the ministers grin
while lady and i
we stand alone
holding the streets
1996 douglas september / Big Pond Publishing and Production Limited (SOCAN/BMI)
This work by Douglas September is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 2.5 Canada License
