belle2007–2002 |
dada2002–1999 |
sundance1999–1997 |
frere1997–1995 |
julian1995–1994 |
stone1994–1993 |
13 March 1998
I give you my soul
bared and empty in my hands.
Nothing more precious
could I have offered.
You look down at it
for what must be an eternity.
And all this time I
am waiting and wondering.
Then a tear from your
lonely cheek falls to mine.
"Drink of this water
and ye shall never thirst."
Copyright © 1998 Charles Fry
la vie me déchire For all the words I didn't write My two calloused hands Hold me in your arms so tightly; When springtime comes soft, sweet and warm the water of life these are the times geraniums sweet of all sweetness when Death first called my name Arms so pitiful Redemption The tears in your eyes tear me more than my own. Oh Seigneur A toi, l'humanité flesh of mortal man, immortal woman again an unknown stranger. canticle to my soul My tender heart dilates with each emancipation