I’ve Just Seen A Face

Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again
-The Beatles

 

She is ethereal –

she is the angel in my night sky,

the trumpets and the symphonies

she’s the abyssmal kind of beauty –

the singer in the rain,

the poet without the pain,

the magic in the sands;

util there was no more left to run.

 

She is inhaling, fiery, freedom –

with fingers that could burn

and lies that woos

and in her lips, i just swoon

 

And in this roaring seas,

in the search for willing sailors

let me surge through your storm –

let me rest there

 

falling,

yes, i am falling

in your tired eyes

that seems to be colonized

 

falling,

yes, i am falling

and you need not calling

my love, this is unruling

an unbecoming

of something

 

falling,

yes, i am falling

and you need not forgetting

no, we will not be parting

 

She is thunderbolt,

thunder and lightning

she electrifies;

yet she is warming

 

No, she is not welcoming –

Look and behold,

she is elegant and bold

 

Yes, she is chaos –

a maelstrom;

but the sun’s ray

in this havoc of a day

 

falling,

yes, i am falling

i ain’t cunning

please, no more running

 

falling,

yes, i am falling

we are on our primes

love is set on our times

 

She is trouble,

i am benevolence

and love is not for the faint hearted

love is for the kind

 

falling,

yes, i am falling

falling,

this is stumbling

falling,

i am surging

falling,

no more crumbling

falling,

i am tumbling

falling,

yes, i am falling

with

you.

y.e

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