Turn Of The Century

Realising a form out of stone
Set hands moving
Roan shaped his heart
Through his working hands
Worked to mold his passion into clay
Like the sun.

In his room, his lady
She would dance and sing so completely
"So be still," he now cries
"I have time, oh let clay transform thee so."

In the deep cold of night
Winter calls, he cries "Don't deny me!"
For his lady, deep her illness
Time has caught her
And will for all reasons take her.

In the still light of dawn, she dies
Helpless hands soul revealing.

Like leaves we touch, we learn
We once knew the story
As winter calls he will starve
All but to see the stone be life.

Now Roan, no more tears
Set to work his strength
So transformed him
Realizing a form out of stone
His work so absorbed him.

Could she hear him?
Could she see him?
All aglow was his room
Dazed in this light
He would touch her
He would hold her.

Laughing as they danced
Highest colors touching others.

Did her eyes at the turn of the century
Tell me plainly
How we'll meet, how we'll love
Oh, let life so transform me.

Like leaves we touch, we dance
We once knew the story
As autumn called and we both
Remembered all those many years ago
I'm sure we know.

Was the sign in the day with a touch
As I kiss your fingers
We walk hands in the sun
Memories when we're young
Love lingers so.

Was it sun through the haze
That made all your looks
As warm as moonlight?
As a pearl deep your eyes
Tears have flown away
All the same light.

Did her eyes at the turn of the century
Tell me plainly
When we meet, how we'll look
As we smile time will leave me clearly.

Like leaves we touch, we see
We will know the story
As autumn calls we'll both remember
All those many years ago.