The Lovers


the bell chime , he could be that man

on the rooftop of Amsterdam

appearing in heavenly form , a gazelle

don’t move on

there’s coming a ground swell

step away , step away .


the flame colored alien

spoke smoke tumbling

brazen words of farewell

we are the naked truth .

women tied into sacks drowned

in frigid waters , a death bell .


fade away , fade away

the melody

on the eight count a bell chime

passed from hand to hand

beware terrestrial time

fade away , fade away .


the clouds take all the light

tightly he embraced his dreams

to hold back time , dispelled

lifes dark side becoming white

please no words of farewell

dream away , dream away .



the dawn of grace in the last days

exotic love all the time

the lovers crawl like babies

a dominion of kissing sublime

of days with souls emblazon

run away , run away .


she has awakened

he becomes a Christ

love away , love away

choose your voices , see the Madonna

out in the North Sea unbearable

love so terrible .


so beautiful this climb

an awestruck astral parable

the lovers , you and I .

behold the eight count bell chime

behold the eight count bell chime

come away , come away .



photo credits : Girl in Window – Ellen Rogers Photography

Utrecht avenue and Heart Hand – megdekorne

Others – Pinterest

Personal note : I’ve missed all my blogger friends while in Amsterdam … You all matter to the enrichment of my life , so much ! Love , meg