"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

03 January 2011

Resplendent.

J.M.W. Turner, Norham Castle, 1840


Foundling

At the feet of love a foundling in the reeds
At the feet of love yeah
At the feet of love a foundling in the reeds
At the feet of love yeah

Take me to the limit of
Every minute
Dancer in the senate of needing and wanting
Throw me in cold yeah
All that my heart can hold
Until finally confronting
Strictly on a need to know
Gonna have to let it go
Baby, till the time is right

At the feet of love a foundling in the reeds
At the feet of love yeah
At the feet of love a foundling in the reeds
At the feet of love yeah
Take me home

Every apparition and
Every dream that
Threatened to but never was
Actual, solid
Every high cause yeah
Every phoney Santa Claus
Who wrote his name on it
Strictly on a need to know
Letting it go now
Baby, till the time is right

At the feet of love a foundling in the reeds
At the feet of love yeah
At the feet of love a foundling in the reeds
At the feet of love yeah
Take me home

The sugar and the bile
You try your best to reconcile
Your heart with its shadow
There she blows
All bones and stones
And blooming pale as Death in the meadow
Gonna have to let it go now baby
Till the time is right

At the feet of love oh yeah
Sweet transcendent love yeah
At the feet of love sweet love
Luminescent love yeah
Sweet resplendent love oh yeah
Exponential love yeah


- David Gray

Poetry.

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