Realising a form out of stone… set hands moving, Roan shaped his heart, Through his working hands… Work to mold his passion into clay… like the sun.
Into his room, his lady…She would dance and sing so completely… so be still he now cries, I have time, let clay transform thee so…
In the Deep cold of night, winter calls, he cries,”Don’t deny me!” For his lady, deep her illness, Time has caught her and will for all reasons take her
In the still light of dawn, she dies, Helpless hands, soul revealing
Like leaves we touch, we learn, we once knew the story, as winter calls, HE WILL STARVE TO SEE THE STONE BE LIFE…
Now Roan, no more tears, set to work his strength, so transformed him, realising a form out of stone, his work so absorbed him, could she hear him? could she see him?
All aglow was his room dazed in this light… he would touch her, he would hold her, Laughing as they danced, Highest colors touching others
Did her eyes at the turn of the century, Tell me plainly, when we meet, how we’ll love, oh let life so transform me….
Like leaves we touched, we danced, We once knew the story, as autumn called, and we both remembered all those many years ago, I’m sure we know
Was the sign with a touch, As I kiss your fingers, we walk hands in the sun, memories when we were young… Love lingers so…
Was it sun through the haze that made all your looks as warm as moonlight? As a pearl deep in your eyes, tears have flown away…All the same light…
Did her eyes at the turn of the century tell me plainly, when we meet, how we’ll look, as we smile, time will leave me clearly
Like leaves we touch, we see, we will know the story, as autumn calls, we’ll both remember all those many years ago…
The remembrance of the story was rekindled by a nice conversation with a friend, as this person was telling me about the loss of a loved one a few years ago to cancer.. perhaps when she sees this lost loved one again in heaven, she will remember this song, maybe sing it to him (this beautiful song & lyrics is for everyone and certainly her)… hats off to YES and Jon Anderson… like I’ve said many times before, one of the main reasons that I write, is this bands influence on me…their sheer genius… trying to write like Jon is certainly unattainable… yet I have been inspired…Sincerely, Frank Payton… visit my blog…littleraventhepoet.blog… if anyone tries to listen to this song, make sure you ask for the live version, or the original version, some try to give you a rehearsal version,which doesn’t even come close to the actual song,so be careful..
Frankie The Earthman 