Back From The Rains - Eyeless In Gaza

If ever a soft word,

a searching careress

could be healing

I would give you this…

I would stroke you,

bringing you

into this lost light,

bringing you

over here;

near

where you shall be warm in

your dear life,

oh how I want to bring you

back from the rains

that have fallen…

Your love will lift you up.

If ever

a calm hand,

a soothe to the brow

could give sweetness

I give you this

now…

I will tell you

talk to you

quiet and low, love…

talking so soft

and slow

and soothing

bringing you very near,

so close,

bringing you

singing flooding

back.