hello darkness my old friend
the trees are singing hymns of gregarious grace
including me in their harmonious worship
shades-of-violet hydrangea snowballs shyly peek out from forest green camouflage
wanting to tell their easy going secrets
summer days bunch in humid bouquets of passionate colors
{though we’re all slightly wilted in this heat}
longingly yearning for a bit of chill
the evening falls down in shades of blues and whites
then cinematically the rainbow reel begins to turn
catching our collective breathing in this wonder-as-we-wander show of colors quickly changing
reflecting all its magical up-in-the-air business in the mirrored surface on the water below
for now, light plays electric games
intertwining within the trees empty spaces above black silhouettes
creating living, breathing, stained-glass-type masterpieces down each darkening dead-end street
then it all graciously surrenders to the night call with such tender sky streaking eloquence
having complete peace with its natural disappearance
everything spoken loudly with no verbal cues
I see love everywhere
my soulful poets eyes touching these freely given moments
I wholeheartedly admit, am full-smitten with this messy, beauty-full world
recklessly giving my heart without any hesitation to is flaunting desire to be wild and ramble free-
changing every moment
ever on and on
my heart beat keeps time
my steps lead me through emptied streets
winding my way home
to my bed of quilts and comforts
now I lay me down
with no more miles to go
my ever rambling conversation,
some have named, Prayer,
with this best friend of mine,
this love I know so well, is,
as it is most frequently,
one of extravagant thanks
I am kept
I am loved
I am enough
this I know for sure
😘
Amy Lloyd
You stare at the broken mirrors
Shattered reflections of the past
I think we may be standing in the same
Shadows that been cast
Darkness, no more darkness
The broken days have beat the dead of night
Darkness, no more darkness
No more darkness, no more light
And a trail we choose to follow
It’s as cursed as it is blessed
Is there mercy that we all must face
Before the dead can raise
Darkness, no more darkness
The broken days have beat the dead of night
Darkness, no more darkness
No more darkness, no more light
And if you listen to the song that settled on the breeze
A woman singing unto our baby boy
I won’t live to see the day that you’ll be lifted off your knees
Some days it feels so hopeless
Nothing’s making any sense
Flags we raise in praise of ruthless
Supposed innocence
Darkness, no more darkness
The broken days have beat dead of night
Darkness, no more darkness
No more darkness, no more light
No more darkness, no more light
No more darkness, no more light
❤️
Amos Lee Music and Lyrics
life: acoustic & amplified 