Lead Sheets Blog: February 2005

Tainted Rainbow

Garden of Planets

Bring Me Close to This

The Cracks of Time

The Light and The Dust

Dreamy Winds

City My City

Images from Faraway

Answers

Northern Lights

Winter Remarks

The Hour Empties Out

Suns, Moons, Planets

Over The Yellow Meadows

Landscape of Tones

Leaf in The Furnace

As I Write This Down

Every Sliding Stride

For Every Inspiration

Gushing from The Crevasse

Questionable Trails

Corridor of Winter

Love Look Away

Love Takes Time

Float Orbits

A Bang - A Burning

Cosmic Equipoise

Monday Paradox

Sweet-Eyed

Time is Nowhere

Midnight Moments

Turning Leaves Over

Me to You for Life

This Planetary Rawness

What Are You Made Of

From Some Dreams

In Search of Love

Muddy Streets

Lose Ends

Into The Air and Faraway

Into the air and faraway,
Hours and minutes drift by;
Always a fresh coming day,
And either gray or blue sky.
Music of the galaxies flows,
Through the spiraling wheel;
Distance expansion on grows,
From stars in their night appeal.

Into the deep of one's heart,
Roads of the past and to come;
There's beginning counterpart,
Inside from there to ad-infinitum.
Step and again a step forward,
like stars million miles from here;
Thoughts gushing and angered,
The sparking of force everywhere.

Into the future novel lies,
Past the roads that were known;
Both in lowness and each high,
Melting concepts not yet shown.
Step and again a step inside,
Inspects of its most interior secrets;
Existence that still are unverified,
Through entrance and surrogate

Crystal Gray Skies

New Silvery Sea

Made of Time

Clauses of Fire

Images of The Heart

The Corners of The Days

The corners of the days,
That are like prisms sharp;
With all their many ways,
Unfolding out and unwrap.
Some faithless dust remains,
Of all the gold and rust;
That through a life attains,
And somewhere is there lost.

The beauty of their things,
That gives all the evaporate;
And comes again and brings,
That is there accommodate.
The reading and the thinking,
Like water with reflections;
That needs way and drinking,
To give the right directions.

The corners of each hold,
That can't be seen or shown;
Though is inside the centerfold,
And is in all the anklebone.
To read the closed on book,
You need the dawns and sun;
Or eyes can not there look,
For each their determination.

The Beak of Ascends Blood-Red

The beak of ascends blood-red,
Are in the daydreams known;
Each color dissolved that bleed,
With wings they have again flown.
And all is over and falling straight,
From where we have been around;
We take clear-cutting strange fate,
Let each our reflection be found.

All language is the beginning seed,
That spreads the words on wings;
Each day songs are accompanied,
With what on the inside space sings.
And lines like the roots of languages,
Build houses that flower the mouth;
The minutes and the hours abolishes,
each watery thought and a drought.

Like the vegetation of all the green,
Drink of the night comes from deep;
Dreams in faraway corners between,
Are flowers in the oceans of our sleep.
Pulverized voices of street shadows,
Inspired whirlwinds and the echoes;
The moon in clouds steadily glows,
Weightless dust scattered and goes.

Is There Nothing At All

Is there nothing at all,
In the days ahead;
Making a flight or a fall,
Where the songs are instead.
Time is borrowing you,
And the daydreams gone;
Sky is an old one and blue,
Though it still carries on.

Find a minute in a heart,
To make a new begin;
Something fresh from a start,
And you could happiness win.
Perform with what you know,
All is getting better;
You may come or you may go,
Each hour is another's debtor.

Let trial under your skin,
Fool may play it cool;
You may lose you may win,
There is no book of rule.
Make it bad make it good,
Whatever you need;
All is of same likelihood,
You just need to sight-read.

Ahead Lies a Mystery

It is time to be okay,
All the loneliness will not stay,
Though my heart is quite blue;
Because it's raining today,
And I have nothing else to do.

I shall pretend that I know,
What's at the end of the rainbow,
That is coming clear through;
With the after raining glow,
And its colors are all brand new.

Ahead lies a mystery,
In loving and be true;
Ahead lies a mystery,
That comes for me and you

Ahead lies a mystery,
A love song's impromptu;
Ahead lies a mystery,
In the colors brand new.

Give Me Time Give Me Hope

There is time to be a star,
Just follow the guiding ways;
And the light that moves afar,
That brings hope to gliding rays.

What you say and what you do,
Is all for an open heart;
It is therefore entirely up to you,
Where your journey will end or start.

Give me time give me hope,
Like the singing in the rain;
Every day will handle scope,
From a love that was in vain;
Give me time let me cope,
Assure what you can't explain.

Like a shadow in the evening,
Was your wandering ways before;
Now the future is electrifying,
What the days will soon restore.

Give me time give me hope,
Like the singing in the rain;
Every day will handle scope,
From a love that was in vain;
Give me time let me cope,
Assure what you can't explain.

What is right and what is wrong,
Will we ever to fullness know;
What we are and where we belong,
Will grow on and to future go.

Give me time give me hope,
Like the singing in the rain;
Every day will handle scope,
From a love that was in vain;
Give me time let me cope,
Assure what you can't explain.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I will feel,
Whether your love is inn or out;
Make it now yes make it real,
What your heart is all about.

Give me time give me hope,
Like the singing in the rain;
Every day will handle scope,
From a love that was in vain;
Give me time let me cope,
Assure what you can't explain.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I will feel,
Whether your love is inn or out.

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