Pose

The sun is a new But these tears only brew When my eyes finally clear All I see is you near The very sight of you Brings me warmth of the noon Inhabit my space That I may receive your stilling grace Love like the benevolent shears Of a seaman's fishing spears That hunt to catch To feed, To resurrect By the the power of your passion That could hear a thousand foreign tunes Prepare the feasts for it will be roaring With all of our dancing feet May we hold each other near As this thunder deafens our ears Bring only what you need For my loneliness exceeds The highest of mountains And the deepest of fountains For my love was ever stronger Like that of a daughter But nonetheless I’ll let you rest