My Irish King  Click here to listen to "My Irish King"
Pink lipstick to a lace glove.
Gone in the wind to Dublin.
Hopeful to touch the lips of my love.
The man of my dreams the king of Tara.
Miles of stone fences hold my love in.
Shall the Swans in the ice blue lake free him.
Beautiful green velvet meadows of hungry loved souls
forever green.
Grey castles of shallow holes never to be whole.
Sweet Grey hounds running in the wind to be free.
When the trumpet sounds and the fox runs who then
will be free.
I shall wait for my lace glove to return with my king.
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Soul Dreams Click
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Dreams are visual realities in waiting.
Realities that are waiting to escape,
From the deepest part of ones mind.
To stop your dreams and realities,
You would stop your very soul's existence. |
Time Click
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I shall cherish each moment of the shadow of your presence.
As you move I move with you,
As the wind through the trees on a winters night.
Stop not for a moment for if my breath should touch your
breath, I would never be the same again.
My eyes are blinded by my love.
My heart has never danced so fast or screamed so loud,
as when you're near my soul.
My Life begins each time my eyes gaze into your eyes.
For yesterday has now become today and tomorrow is a
twilight
away.
Soon in a green velvet moment two will become one forever
more.
The angels will sing as never before.
True love will have broken all dimension in time. |
The Vault To Heaven Click
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As I look upon the vault to heaven with this
canopy of blue sky that never seems to end,
Angels tiptoeing from cloud to cloud, they
look as if they are whispering in the wind.
The key to get in shall be in your heart
until the end.
Just think of the wonders that are in the vault,
where time never ends.
Pearly white gates and streets of jewels, and your father's
sky blue eyes looking just for you.
That bright light that heals and gives comfort to you,
is only a reminder of how much he loves you.
All the joys in the vault are just waiting for you.
So now when you look at that canopy of blue, remember
it could be your father looking back at you. |
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