All We Do

Let's put it right back on the table
now that everything's gone wrong.
Let's take the time to sing an old love song.
Memories of better days still have a way
of touching all we do.

Sensuous, the touch of loving matters.
Healing, a balm of simple calm.
Two spirits are meandering together.
Doesn't matter where they choose to go.
Just so their hearts are always linked together
within the loving ways of long ago.

The dark side of the moon is ever changing.
A hurricane was busy building chaos in the air.
Looking out, they still saw one another -
there within a clarity of soul.
Caught up in the uplift of a draft.
Spinning in time's spiral that had run out of control.

Fear of loss, the utter blasphemy.
Freedom's cost, the feel of each catastrophe.
Hearts divided lose the wisdom then.
Love turned round begins the great ascent.
Let it go, the flow will hold you there.
You've got to trust the love you feel
to really make it so.

Let's put it right back on the table
now that everything's gone wrong.
Let's take the time to sing an old love song.
Memories of better days still have a way
of touching all we do. The love of hearts
is etched into forever...

? Michaelette ?

8/4/2002
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