Still Life (Ultimate High Suite)

Still Life has been published in All of Me Vol. V, courtesy of Shadow Spark Publishing. This arrangement pays homage to Ultimate High by Bolt Upright Productions.

Listen to Still Life by Richard Charles Stevens (Ultimate High Suite)

still life keeps on moving
still life keeps on moving
still life keeps on moving all the same
.
still i see the beauty
all about me
still i see an endless bounty
waiting to be claimed
held onto my flattered faith devoutly
shattered every piece of me
that cracked within the frame
.
still i see the reason that enabled doubt to grow
still i feel the seasons pass
as fast as heartbeats slow
still i raise my mast
appraise the ocean like a crow
still i show devotion
to the parts of me outgrown
still i keep apace when there is no place safe to go
still i venture into
the unknown full grown
still i see the morning dew that glistens on the sill
still i give the dawn its due
permission to reveal

.
light and air i need to breathe
wisdom of the honey bees
without them
i would cease to be
the world would be deceased to me
.
light and air i need to breathe
wisdom of the honey bees
without them
i would cease to be
the world would be deceased to me
.

still i see the beauty
all about me
still i see an endless bounty
waiting to be claimed
held onto my flattered faith devoutly
shattered every piece of me
that cracked within the frame
.
still i see the beauty
all about me
still life keeps on moving all the same
.

still i see the beauty
all about me
still life keeps on moving all the same
.
still i see the piquancy of distant lights aglow
still i dream dreams sweepingly
in crystalline nouveau
still i am the keeper
of a host of souls in overflow
still i feel the steeping tide
in every single chromosome
.
still i feel like home
even when i’m all alone
that feeling grows
(still life keeps on moving)
still i raise the cleanest mast
the heart in me bestows
still i thank the evening stars
for weaving path to lead me home
.
still this heart of mine beats with a sense of greater purpose
still i paint my face for every time i face the circus
still i love in ways
that others cannot say for certain
still delight sun rays behind the curtain
even when i’m hurting
feel no burning need to show it
could be on my knees
and not a single soul need know it
still the distance gives me no good reason not to go it
still each seasons passes
and my cheeks can be seen glowing
.

still i see the morning dew that glistens on the sill
still i give the dawn its due
permission to reveal
light and air i need to breathe
wisdom of the honey bees
without them
i would cease to be
the world would be deceased to me

.
still i see the beauty
all about me
still i see an endless bounty
waiting to be claimed
held onto my flattered faith devoutly
shattered every piece of me
that cracked within the frame
(come on)
.
still i see the beauty
all about me
still life keeps on moving all the same
.

still this heart of mine beats with a sense of greater purpose
still i paint my face for every time i face the circus
still i love in ways
that others cannot say for certain
still delight sun rays behind the curtain
even when i’m hurting
feel no burning need to show it
could be on my knees
and not a single soul need know it
still the distance gives me no good reason not to go it
still each seasons passes
and my cheeks keep glowing
.