My head rests on gray granite
Warmed by the pale summer sun
While, sitting on a step, you're chiseling words to remember you by
I can see the wind
In your hair
I can see the weight
I can't lift off your shoulders
There are things one must do on one's own
You could have told me
If I had listened
Instead I sang
I'd rather be
Lying with you in the shade
Of a willow tree
Only the garden in disarray
Remembers the echoes
Of children laughter
The quarrels of two lovers
The crowd came to hear
Long after the dancers were gone
They hummed love songs late into the night
The house of yesteryear still smells of smoke and wheat and mint and sweat
And dust
Your words of wisdom
Came from
A clear globe full of strange water
Your passion contained therein
Making sense of the world
You could have said
Learn to be loved
For love is a great white bird that can fly away
If only I had listened
Instead I kept on singing
I'd rather be
Lying with you in the shade
Of a willow tree
Warmed by the pale summer sun
While, sitting on a step, you're chiseling words to remember you by
I can see the wind
In your hair
I can see the weight
I can't lift off your shoulders
There are things one must do on one's own
You could have told me
If I had listened
Instead I sang
I'd rather be
Lying with you in the shade
Of a willow tree
Only the garden in disarray
Remembers the echoes
Of children laughter
The quarrels of two lovers
The crowd came to hear
Long after the dancers were gone
They hummed love songs late into the night
The house of yesteryear still smells of smoke and wheat and mint and sweat
And dust
Your words of wisdom
Came from
A clear globe full of strange water
Your passion contained therein
Making sense of the world
You could have said
Learn to be loved
For love is a great white bird that can fly away
If only I had listened
Instead I kept on singing
I'd rather be
Lying with you in the shade
Of a willow tree
Copyright 2011 Alain Millon
