29 January 2009

the color green

And the moon is a sliver of silver
Like a shaving that fell on the floor of a carpenter's shop
Every house must have its builder
And I awoke in the house of God
Where the windows of morning and evening
Stretch from the sun, 'cross the sky, north to south
And on my way to early meeting
I heard the rocks crying out ...

fantastic lyrics ...

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