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Listen to Truth Behind The Pines by Richard Charles Stevens (Fantasia Suite)

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i grace the horizon with faith enterprising
stake claim on the skies
find the diamonds inside them
then make daisy chains just to further admire them
.
behind the pines
behind the pines
.
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
.
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
(behind the pines)
the edifying truth behind the pines
(behind the pines)
the edifying truth behind the pines
(behind the pines)
the 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
(behind the pines)
.
within the flesh i bid retreat
for oh so many silver moons
(humming)
humming a familiar tune
(slumming)
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
(behind the pines)
(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
(behind the pines)
(behind the pines)
.
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 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
stars just take a little while to shine
.
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
.

Richard Charles Stevens

Keeper of The Crimson Quill

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