Baroque (Messenger Suite)

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Listen to Baroque by Richard Charles Stevens (Messenger Suite)

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Our eyes bespoke
All former lives reprise
In bold denote
Of form and note
Divine
.
Beneath the satin moon aglow
She gambols to
She gambols fro
Leading a renaissance with the joie de vivre of Michelangelo in seasoned flow
.
Both heel and toe of fleet as She makes reasoned plea to reach the oak
The shade beneath I lounge within
Observing with abound glee as She leavens greenery akin to dough
In bold denote
Of form and note
Divine
.
Ours is single vision
Ours is infinite provision
Ours are breaths in woven ribbon
And the death of woes forbidden
Redefined by definition
Ours is love bereft condition
Ours is nevermore unwritten
This is home
.
All I see
Are Diamonds
Rubies
Emeralds
Sapphires
And truly
I would brave flash fires
To raise the flame within her
Higher
.
All I see
Are Diamonds
Rubies
Emeralds
Sapphires
And truly
I would brave flash fires
To raise the flame within her
Higher
.
All I see
Are Diamonds
Rubies
Emeralds
Sapphires
And truly
I would brave flash fires
To raise the flame within her
Higher
.
All I see
Are Diamonds
Rubies
Emeralds
Sapphires
And truly
I would brave flash fires
To raise the flame within her
Higher
.
Raise the flame within her
Higher
.
Raise the flame within her
Higher
.
I would brave flash fires
To raise the flame within her
Higher
(Higher)
.
Ours is single vision
Ours is infinite provision
Ours are breaths in woven ribbon
And the death of woes forbidden
Redefined by definition
Ours is love bereft condition
Ours is nevermore unwritten
This is home
.
Ours is single vision
Ours is infinite provision
Ours are breaths in woven ribbon
And the death of woes forbidden
Redefined by definition
Ours is love bereft condition
Ours is nevermore unwritten
This is home
(Higher)
.
She gambols to
She gambols fro
Beneath the satin moon aglow
The self same lunar charm doth owe to every tone her eyes bestow
Her vital role
Unbridled growth
Her title owes to rightful throne
Has never once been quite alone
Stands tethered to reliant oath
.
In robes bespoke
Her lotus pose
Denotes repose
From those opposed
To open scope so grandiose
It knows no bounds
To rove around
.
Knows no bounds
To rove around
.
Knows no bounds
To rove around
.
She gambols to
She gambols fro
In manner most profound
Aglow the satin moon below which amity resounds
On grounds of love abounding
Countless others gather round
In hope to catch a fleeting glimpse
And overlap competing myths
With lips as swift to kiss as breathe
Her beating wings permit the breeze
To ease the drift of springless leaves
Herein a brimless gift bequeath
.
Herein a brimless gift bequeath
Herein a brimless gift bequeath
(Bequeath)
.
All I see
Are Diamonds
Rubies
Emeralds
Sapphires
And truly
I would brave flash fires
To raise the flame within her
Higher
.
All I see
Are Diamonds
Rubies
Emeralds
Sapphires
And truly
I would brave flash fires
To raise the flame within her
Higher
.
Ambling through reeds
Beneath the satin moon aglow
She gambols to
She gambols fro
Ample in an amber glow
Too true to root to hamper growth
Of shoots the stars glance dotingly
Perchance advance devotedly
To dance with one so openly baroque
.
She moves in the most mysterious way
Shifting grey mist cross the moors of my bones
Clapping like thunder
Igniting as lightning
Her symphony of infamy’s repose
.
Our eyes bespoke
All former lives reprise
(Higher)
In bold denote
Of form and note
Divine
(Higher)
.
Our eyes bespoke
All former lives reprise
(Higher)
In bold denote
Of form and note
Divine
.
Divine
Divine
In bold denote
Of form and note
Divine
(Higher)
.
Divine
Divine
(Higher)
In bold denote
Of form and note
Divine
(Higher)
.
Ours is single vision
Ours is infinite provision
Ours are breaths in woven ribbon
And the death of woes forbidden
Redefined by definition
Ours is love bereft condition
Ours is nevermore unwritten
This is home
.
Ours is single vision
Ours is infinite provision
Ours are breaths in woven ribbon
And the death of woes forbidden
Redefined by definition
Ours is love bereft condition
Ours is nevermore unwritten
This is home
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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1 Comment

  1. “She moves in the most mysterious way”

    That line had my crying with laughter! You are well aware of the haemorrhagic stroke I had and gait like a drunken Sadako.

    It’s fascinating how all your songs summon up so many emotions.

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