Her hair lies on the floor
Attaches itself to the sheets
Attaches itself to the sheets
Sits in the basin to be washed away
My dear Alexander
She writes in Greek
You know not the winds of my soul
Bluster is not my style
A drifting dream sweeps the valley of my life
Her hair brush still lies there in wait
Curls shining groping tendrils of life
(You say the climb is too steep
But still you try)*
Push me away as an idiot wave splashes the parapet
Protector gazes at the horizon flat
The single strand of your hair
Lies on my shoulder
And I carry it to the sea
Waves crashing down
Polishing the rocks
As the solitary fisherman risks
The pulling tow that heads home
To the dark side of the relentless shore
And your single hair catches me in it's crosshairs
Takes aim at my heart
But just won't let go
Just won't finish it off
My dear Alexander
She writes in Greek
You know not the winds of my soul
Bluster is not my style
A drifting dream sweeps the valley of my life
Her hair brush still lies there in wait
Curls shining groping tendrils of life
(You say the climb is too steep
But still you try)*
Push me away as an idiot wave splashes the parapet
Protector gazes at the horizon flat
The single strand of your hair
Lies on my shoulder
And I carry it to the sea
Waves crashing down
Polishing the rocks
As the solitary fisherman risks
The pulling tow that heads home
To the dark side of the relentless shore
And your single hair catches me in it's crosshairs
Takes aim at my heart
But just won't let go
Just won't finish it off
* Two lines based on Pink Floyd’s (Roger Waters and David Gilmour) song Fearless
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