THE WINDíS HARP
(© Words and music by Paul F. Cowlan)
A fleeting glimpse of a brief reflection of a lightning moment in a world beyond Time.
There are moments you can steal from Time,
And he never claims them back.
Like water and light, one summer day,
on a steep and stony track.
Or the wind in the grass, the sea below,
and a sheer, blue cloudless sky;
Where you and me can always be,
and the years will pass us by.
We may sleep and wake in different places,
rise from different dreams.
In light and dark, in words and faces,
and the silences between.
But behind each passing night and day,
and the road we travel by
is the wind in the grass, the waves that pass,
and a sheer, blue cloudless sky.