Truth Behind The Pines (Waterfall Suite)

Listen to Truth Behind The Pines by Richard Charles Stevens

Listen to Waterfall by Bicep

i cannot tell a lie
there is a reason i delight
there is a reason why my eyes dress blessèd smile
there is a reason why they shine
each time the skies impress a scene
as i recline upon the mezzanine
treasure theme confiding
of the edifying truth behind the pines
.
edifying truth
(behind the pines)
.
there is no use to blind denial
too obtuse my presence idle
when the truth is i remember each recital
as i hark back to bygone cycles
no spared thought is ever frightful
and should court be held in session
then i’m guilty by confession
never less than evanescing
been that way since first impression
yet no one earthly possession
can prevent me acquiescing to the shedding of my skin each time i sleep

within the flesh i bid retreat
for oh so many silver moons
humming a familiar tune
slumming in my silk cocoon
floorboards creaked beneath my heels
thus my position was revealed
a fate long waiting set to seal
a life abating less i feel
the waking pain seemed greater when my dreams remained concealed
my faith was shaken
something stirred
thought for certain blood would spill
yet still i took my fill
no need for desperate appeal
of thriving betterment compelled
for every nerve and fibre felt
.
edifying truth
(behind the pines)
.
i cannot tell a lie
there was a reason my eyes welled
there was a reason tears were shed
through all four changing seasons bled
each time i slumber in my bed
i head where angels fear to tread
and every single teardrop wept
is death defying in a sense
.
knew there was a reason why the stars refuse to die
knew there was a reason i hark back to bygone cycles
knew there was a reason why i feel obliged to beautify
why duty lies in each sweeping recital
i cannot tell a lie
such would be frightfully remiss of me
for every tale of blessèd salt possesses twist
no mystery
and if i may be quite so bold
then i already have and hold
the very truth behind the pines
(behind)
behind my eyes
.
come and read my lips
for every last artistic stroke
is whispered kiss of goods bespoke
within these woods
i live in hope
that we will tread the founts of bliss
in lifted tone
if but one soul can make way
to the only place that ever felt like home
.
then mine is one of very many thrones
.
the universe we seek
we keep inside
(home)
.
stars just take a little while to shine
stars just take a little while to shine
(home)
.
edifying truth
(home)
(behind the pines)
.
edifying truth
(home)
(behind the pines)
.
edifying truth
(home)
(behind the pines)
(behind the pines)
.
edifying truth
(behind the pines)
(behind the pines)
.
edifying truth
.
edifying truth
(home)
(behind the pines)
.