"Lovers"

Don't the hours grow shorter,
as the days go by....
We never get to stop,
and open our eyes....
One minute you're waiting,
for the sky to fall...
And next you're dazzled,
by the beauty of it all...

These fragile bodies,
of touch and taste...
This fragrant skin,
this hair like lace...
Spirits open,
to a thrust of grace...
Never a breath,
you can afford to waste...

When you're lovers,
in a difficult time...
Sometimes your left to feel,
as if you've lost your mind...
Nothing worth having,
comes without some kind of find...
Gotta kick at the darkness,
till it bleeds daylight.....

Lovers....
Bruce Cockburn

Ray Paul