night creatures

no sorrow - Robert Stone
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no sorrow

there’ll be no sorrow on that shore

there’ll be no woes, no woes at the cabin door

we all be there and I will see you care

we’ll be calm and still in that land so fair

 

in the same kind of raiment

in the same kind of shoes

we’ll all sit together

in the same kind of pews

there’ll be no distinction there

 

there’ll be no distinction there ...

(lyrics in parts based on an African-American spiritual)

we pause - Robert Stone
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we pause

you pause for a while

your eyes make a smile

and I rest, I rest

my head in the sky

 

you cry for a while

your eyes never lie

and I sigh, I sigh

and fall from the sky

this is all I know

this is all I can say

when the heart is sore

we wait 

and nothing more

one line - Robert Stone
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one line

 

your hands 

your hands told me more 

than i wanted to know

 

and I followed one line

how it runs deep

like a dry river bed

 

waiting for the rain

 

this line, this line runs deep

deep through your skin

so clear and thin

 

this line, this line runs deep

deep through your life

sharp as a knife

a long way home - Robert Stone
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a long way home

 

it’s a long, a long way home

it’s a hard thing to do

putting on my walking shoes

and get my heart  into the right place

 

put an end to the chase

and to face it all

 

put an end to the haze

yes to face it all

 

and I tried, tried looking away

but I couldn’t keep it at bay

and I tried, tried running away

it always came back in another way

 

now I stand not afraid

ready to face it all

 

now I knock not afraid

ready to face it all

 

the chase, and the haze and the hidden gaze

the fear and the tear, letting no one near

my white robe - Robert Stone
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my white robe

 

I’m going to try on my white robe

when the first trumpet sounds

 

I’m going to try on my white robe

when it sounds so loud

 

and where shall I be

when the first trumpet sounds

 

when it sounds so loud

they wake up the dead

 

I’m going to try on my white robe

 

(lyrics based on an African-American spiritual)

from the sea - Robert Stone
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from the sea

this wind comes from the sea

hear the waves brush the tree

when you listen with the heart

every leaf will play its part 

 

let the wooden fences creak

let the things begin to speak

trees and plants begin to swing

sing and cradle everything

now it comes, and now it goes,

then it rests, and then it flows 

watch this constant play unfold

silence, rustling, shy, then bold.

the heart always finds a way

to the island far away 

the heart always finds a way

to the island far away 

night creatures - Robert Stone
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night creatures

 

wild creatures ride 

the warm monsoon

like moths they swirl

around the moon.

 

I hear them hum

throughout the night

this dance will draw them

close to the light

 

I am mesmerized

this sight of play

seems all inside 

yet far away

 

no certainty

for those who dream

to float like moths

close to the beam

 

I hear them humming

I a gentle drumming

 

a lullaby

I'm ready to fly

around the moon ...

crazy hope - Robert Stone
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a “craft of crazy hope”

to face the sea

and trust the boat

too small for flights

like these

 

takes courage more

than boats can give

built for the shore

not for a trip

 

… across the sea

 

now charged with crime

now charged with crime

now charged with crime

“the crime of hope”

 

... to face the sea

 

a craft of hope

a craft of hope

a craft of hope

of crazy hope

 

 

(the quotes come from Tejule Cole, ‘Tripolo’, Blind Spot, 258-259)

1816 - Robert Stone
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1816

the year without summer

made the birds go wild

made the mothers cry

beneath a cold grey sky

 

“with hills barren like winter”

it all was froze

with a dry fog hanging deep

It “nipt the buds (the buds) of hope”

 

And the snow was red

And the ground was cold

And a veil covered the land

and hungry they went to bed

 

(Quote from Nicholas Bennet

and "Crops," American Beacon(Norfolk, VA), September 13, 1816, 3

don't be misled - Robert Stone
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don’t be misled

the air is filled with voices

the wind becomes a storm

I feel a sudden longing

to turn and walk back home

wait, wait, don’t be misled

by the notes inside your head

 

wait, wait, don’t be afraid

by the sound of a falling star

I see a shadow dancing

it passes right through me

it’s strange, but not surprising

how fluid my life can be 

for you - Robert Stone
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for you

I found this flower on the floor

all blue and pink, the last in the store

I took it home for you to see

you thought I had stolen it from Mrs Lee

 

but it’s all for you

that I crossed the sea

that I climbed up this tree

but it’s all for you and me.

in Gilead - Robert Stone
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in Gilead

 

there’s balm, a balm in Gilead

to make the wounded whole

there’s balm, a balm in Gilead

to take the wounded home

 

and, you won’t stop me

I am right on my way

my face is shining,

pointing the right way

 

and you, you won’t stop me

and you, you won’t hold me back

 

I am running, I am walking,

set on my way 

waiting - Robert Stone
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waiting

... and what if he has been waiting too?

iceland - Robert Stone
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iceland

Iceland, I'm coming.

Will you be there? Will you be waiting?

I've got to cool down, to slow down.

Iceland, I'm coming.

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