Once In Your Life

Because you're standing far away from a silver sea,

And that even from a glimpse I see your sorrow.

Don't be hurt or hide for fear, oh don't flee.

Please come back, return, there's tomorrow.

For once in your life.

 

There's a cloud of sails in my boat where wind will ride.

And I will take you into this ocean of realms, of life.

And show you these mysteries that engulf your dreams.

Where illusions are drawn back, and falsehoods drown in beams.

For my hope of your life.

We run but we fly, then lie in wavy meadows of gold.

Like a waterfall, a story relived and again happily told.

You once stood on shore walking from the waves, a shining jewel.

But at times I turn and clutch my fingers, forlorn, but not anew.

Under this blue sky in your life.

 

Have courage and I'll ask the deep fires of souls past; why?

It can be sadly lamented my own sorrow, my wishful sigh.

The haze rarely lifts from the profound thought, but measures only a guess.

How unclear it feels when I call with a mere voice of love to confess?

In a melody of your life.

 

Dreading the lengthy darkness, you would never before fear.

Stay close to the tone of my pulse while we are here.

Journey on, remember we go oft upon sunken pathways of ground.

All forests, all stones, all slopes akin to roots far within, far down.

They shimmer in shades and fires in your life.

 

Awaken your deepest fond memory and more will follow.

And soft moonlight we're silent yet content, dead trees remain hollow.

Take heart in this hopeless search in these depths of night we share.

There's always a candle, a lamp and star, let yourself dare.

In unknown ventures in your life.

 

I'm often longing to show you those old forgotten mountains.

These woods of lonely brown and fading green amid clear fountains.

If a strange comfort lingers inside, I'm the guide, the host outside the hours.

Nothing moves in shadow for untrod hills behind sinister towers.

You're the strong one as my wish for your life.

 

So come, let the stranger world be found, or a history all our own.

Walk from sorrow's limit, repeat no part in it, can it become unknown?

On moon's glow I'd call out with a voice of delight, now so quiet, like dew.

Once again I walk through darker windows unafraid for your heart

isn't ice-touched blue.

For once in your life, for you.

 

There it is, the time when night and day are suspended for awhile.

Then dusk begins to deepen, such it is, the wonderful and the wild.

In silence I ponder the common and the odd, now not bleak anymore.

Greying shades of the sky recall no day from before.

It comes to your life.

 

And this foresight, this hope cannot be in vain.

You the watery starlight only seeing night's rain.

In a thousand hallways or one quite small,

I, by nature, tread quietly but how do I call?

So you can hear an echo of your life.

And when I walk past bridges of mist and stand on the edge of your light,

I disregard the darkness behind surfacing its unknown plight.

An uttered word abounds like trumpets through the wind.

Trembling are the flickering embers round a flame so thin.

This is the peace I know of your life.

I'll bring you a long silken string of time that you can grasp.

I can see every melancholy moment soften happily as they pass.

As I watch the life return to old faded relics by this cleansing air,

Oceans may stir and land may turn but eternity dwells there.

Come to my warm visions of your life.

 

Where silence lingers in many lost corners, I will say,

Only in such places can one hear a noble flute, and harp play.

Underneath the resting vines the sounds spring up with melic leaves.

Here not many stand, but lay there and rest in its fluttering breeze.

For comfort in your life.

 

Somewhere is a song, a tale only for you to open and see.

The rolling giants of the air with winds that fret as fast as we.

Sometimes the song finds you, as you wait for its quiet phrases to sing.

I place the shells in sands graciously beside the tide you bring.

For another beacon of white beam lines in your life.

 

I hold ice in my hand to slip through my fingers as water for the wounds.

They're just my unspoken questions too late for asking and history so soon.

I can feel how it chills from eons ago, on the heart so sore.

Distant thunder from above, up from shaken grounds to roar.

Let it show 'tween moon and sun and its shine is freely yours and mine.

 

And blue overflowing, steadily growing waves of your love there are your tears.

But gladness aglow, conquer gloom and let me place cobwebs inside your fears.

Warm your eyes on the sun's beaming embrace and of its name that music will know.

Let me give you a candle's light made of earthen fires for any deep snow.

So you can live in your life.

And because you stand uncertain, so unsure of such islands and seas,

I can awake your dreams, give them shape, that your heart believes.

A glow, a spark, a stream of sun and moon whenever dimming befalls your eyes.

A promise to a soul who knows that love and life truly never dies.

For once in your life, for you.

For once in your life,

The eternal sun will rise,

For you.

©Iggy 1988

Inspired by Gounod