I still believe I hear
hidden beneath the palm trees
her voice, tender and resonant
like the song of a dove
oh enchanting night
divine rapture
delightful memory
mad intoxication, sweet dream
in the clear starlight
I still believe I see her
half drawing her long veil
to the warm night breeze
oh night...
hidden beneath the palm trees
her voice, tender and resonant
like the song of a dove
oh enchanting night
divine rapture
delightful memory
mad intoxication, sweet dream
in the clear starlight
I still believe I see her
half drawing her long veil
to the warm night breeze
oh night...
2 comments:
He's always been such a great mystic! I wonder if that's Betsy Tinney (of Gaia Consort) on the cello?
Love,
T in J
Indeed :)
Every mental image i have of him he is smiling ... especially when playing music ...
T i am so pleased to see your enthusiastic response online, wish you much more :)
Sorry been absent of late, working on a big project and it's going really well, but sucking up all my spare time.
peace and love and sunshine all over you
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