Turn of the Century

Realizing a form out of stone
Set hands moving
Roan shaped his heart
Through his working hands

Work to mold his passion into clay
Like the sun
In his room, his lady
She would dance and sing so completely

So be still, he now cries
I have time, oh let clay transform thee so, love
In the deep cold of night
Winter calls, he cries, don't deny me

For his lady, deep her illness
Time has caught her
And will for all reasons take her
In the still light of dawn, she dies

Helpless hands soul revealing
Like leaves we touch, we learn
We once knew the story
As winter calls he will starve

All but to see the stone be life
Now Roan no more tears
Set to work his strength
So transformed him

Realizing a form out of stone, his work
So absorbed him
Could she hear him
Could she see him

All aglow was his room bathed in this light
He would touch her
He would hold her
Laughing as they danced

Highest colors touching others
Did her eyes at the turn of the century
Tell me plainly
How we meet, how we'll love

Or let life, so transform me
Like leaves we touched, we danced
We once knew the story
As autumn called and we both

Remembered all those many years ago
I'm sure we know
Was the sign with a touch
As I kiss your fingers

We walk hands in the sun
Memories when we're young
Love lingers so
Was it sun through the haze

That made all your looks
Warm as moonlight
As a pearl, deep your eyes
Tears have flown away

All the same light
Did her eyes at the turn of the century
Tell me plainly
When we meet how we'll look

As we smile time will leave me clearly
Like leaves we touch, we search
We will know the story
As autumn calls we will both remember

All those many years ago