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The Shape of Shadows Yet to Come
Well, the evening breeze, hadn’t rustled leaves In that desert willow yet And the rising moon was purple as a plum Saw her silver mare, and her untamed hair In a far off silhouette And I felt the shape of shadows yet to come
We danced soft n slow, wind was moaning low As I lay her in the sand There beside an empty jug of Cuban rum And then we made love, never thinking of Moonlight on her wedding band As it cast the shape of shadows yet to come
O the sweat was dry and sin was smooth and sweet Cos the rum was good and passion was strong So we never saw him in the midnight heat Though the moon hung low and his shadow was long
Madness in his eye, night wings took the sky Gun smoke mingled with our ghosts And the echoes rolled on like a distant drum Then the sand and dust, seemed to welcome us Cos they kissed and held us close Like they knew the shape of shadows yet to come
Now we haunt these dunes, dance beneath the moon Sometimes our bones make love By the willow after drinking phantom rum Only time will tell, whether we’re in hell Or if judgement from above Sees us as the shape of shadows yet to come
O the sweat was dry and sin was smooth and sweet Cos the rum was good and passion was strong…
©2009 Robert George
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