Castle of Thorns
©2012 Stephen R Coffee
This song began with a dream, although the extent of the dream was being in one place and feeling a strong pull to another. I had to figure out the rest for myself.
Down the lane past the cottonwoods that whisper
Up the rise and along the old hedge row
Across the stone fence into the secret heather
That’s where I never go
From my window I can hear the night bird singing
From the tree I could find with my eyes closed
Over here, over here, comes its pleading
But I never go
To the place where no one could ever find us
To our castle of thorns
We were light, we were fire, we were fall upon the maples
We were newly born
In November when the stars are soft and weathered
And winter’s whiskers sweep the moon hung low
I count steps back to where my heart is tethered
But I never go
‘cause I remember when the sun was in the meadow
The grass was high and your skin was all aglow
The memory beckons from the cold side of my pillow
And I always go
To a place where no one could ever find us
In our castle of thorns
We were light, we were fire, we were fall upon the maples
We were newly born
The memory beckons from the cold side of my pillow
And I always go
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