Rose Colored Windows

by John-Philip Penny

  So I listen every night

  As you softly breath

  Your body slowly lifting

  Like the waves upon the sea

  And from the wells of my longing

  I try to draw you near

  To the depths of my thirst

  Your waters deep and clear

  And I want to be that sun

  And I want to be that rain

  But how to get that close

  To your beauty, and your pain?

  The Revelation (A Broken Man)

  Nothing and no one knows my name

  And nobody else feels the same

  The time of revelation is near at hand

  What you see before you is a broken man

  A life of cruel iniquities, a life of sin

  Didn't know where to finish, or begin

  A foolish waste, a bitter clown

  There was no way to go but down

  I am a man who never reckoned on fate

  A broken mirror, a wiped clean slate

  Bring me a bottle or an angel's gown

  I am a man who's broken down

  This sister sorrow I daily weep

  My wasted crop I daily reap

  There is no sorrow goes this deep

  Were it not for such things than I could sleep

  Oh, bitter pill that I must take

  Through hopeless fortune, the great mistake

  There is no water can wash me clean

  There is no saviour that I have seen

  Oh, take me down, down below

  By the rushing waters, by the watchfire's glow

  A bitter pill, an empty hand

  One can't hide forever in this desert land

  Take up my burden, take up my sin

  Till at last I'm safely cradled in

  Then bury my body where the crosses lay

  Or leave me broken in a prisoner's grave

  Nothing and no one knows my name

  And nobody else feels the same

  The time of revelation is near at hand

  What you see before you is a broken man

  Came Ages Within Ages

  Came ages within ages

  When the serpant lays down with the bird

  When the morning and the night

  Find rest together on the horizon

  And occupy a middle ground

  Between dirt and sky

  Here is where the man lays down with the woman

  And the woman lays down with the man

  Where children gain the wisdom of elders

  And elders become as little children

  Here is where the cool waters flow

  And where feathers hold the air longest

  And where like fish in a net

  The moonlight glistens

  Now, no more hoplessness to reign

  Where mad Kings have their way

  Now clouds are just clouds

  And rain is just rain

  And music is a sound

  Alive on every tongue

  Now the lion and the gazelle

  Have lain down in mutual repose

  As we feast together on yesterday's ghost

  And as we wait for Him to come to us

  Shining through the door

  The End