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Emerging into the Brightness of the Day
Emerging into the Brightness of the Day

Recognise?

I Am Alone

In Search of Cassandra, Princess of Troy

Summer Solstice Song

Güzelsin

My City Has Been
Burned To The Ground

Wedding Hymn

January 13th

Another Mad Message

Time To Go Home

Dark Shine


11 Dark Shine The Separation Circle Emerging Into The Brightness of the Day.mp3

Composer:   Ed Hooke
Date of Composition/Copyright:   1995
Date of Recording:    2006


Commentary
When I wrote this song, I intended it with all sincerity to be the last song I ever wrote.


Look at me.

I'm still holding on after all of these years.


Watch me run.

I still return to you.

Part of you moves with me always.

Part of me will always follow you.


Moving on,

there goes another year

- another year that you're not here.

In another place

another time

another world

another life.


I'm still looking out for the dark-shine of your eyes,

your wild cascading long black hair.

I'm still reaching out for your tender hand,
soft yielding breast,

the warmth of your body and your bed.


Look at me.

I'm still holding on

after all of these years

- holding tight but nothing's there.

Not today.

What will tomorrow bring?

Is my whole existing just consisting

of a dream that cannot be?

Am I waiting in vain for some fantasy?


I'm still watching out for the dark-shine of your eyes,

your wild cascading long black hair.

I'm still reaching out for your tender hand,
 soft yielding breast,

the warmth of your body and your bed.


Look at me.

I'm still holding on after all of these years.

Holding tight but nothing's there

except this separation circle.

Where are you?

Where am I going to?


I'm still looking out for the dark-shine of your eyes,

your wild cascading long black hair.

I'm still reaching out for your tender hand,
soft yielding breast,

the warmth of your body and your bed.


I'm still watching out for the dark-shine of your eyes, Cassandra,

wild cascading long black hair.

I'm still reaching out for your tender hand,
soft yielding breast,

the warmth of your body & bed.

Dance Cassandra!

 



Dark Shine