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21/01/2019 / Harry Browne

At the ruined chapel by Cheryl Vail

Will the sun rise o’re the mountain.
Will we be bathed in shadow or light
for winter’s wind is cold when hope wanes
Will the sun rise o’re the mountain
Will our spirits rise above the dark
my companion my lover my friend
Will we be ensconced once more
in the refulgence of the life
you struggle to rescind
Will we be at peace again
Agitated but by passions
deeper than the valleys that remain.
Will the sun rise o’re the mountain
Will the ray cast itself upon my face
Can you see in my blue eyes
the gleam reflected in my gaze
Can you see the love I have to bestow
Unrequited, yes, my soul persists though
Like the gift of sunshine
on a cold winter’s morning
expecting nothing in recompense
be you pauper, be you prince
When the sun rises o’re the mountain
We find the deep breath of belonging,
the charity of recognition abiding lovers know
When the sun rises o’re the mountain
my love rises to meet it
In the sunshine, I will revel
You will bask in my glow
Take what you need
Take what is given
When the sun rises o’re the mountain
wrap me in arms strong and unrelenting,
from our numinous shelter we shall ne’er be riven.
When the sun shines o’re the mountain

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