Noel Price
Winter's Night
Orion climbs an evening sky, to wave his stary sword.
Maples turn on autumn's burning floor.
Shadows snake from tree to tree connecting wood to wood.
Fallen leaves bring woolen sleaves and hood.
When late the hour as seconds fell to lay across your bed,
the loving I believed but never said.
Wispers set pale winter sun... in chase a rising moon.
All meaning wained and darkness filled the room.
Near the end my winter-friend fills in my days with grey.
We light the light for winter's night today.
Orion spins in stary webs, the silent caves of space.
The earth unwinds in perfect lines and grace.
Outside my window steamed with breath as cedar bows to pine
I'm limb from limb... a steady wind of rhyme.
Upon your face this moment plays in twilight undertones
to soften supple curves that I am shown.
Embers rising... touch the dark in meeting friend to friend.
The lamps are low... the hearts aglow again.
Near the end my winter-friend fills in my days with grey.
So light the light come winter's night to stay.
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riverside road
103091
copyright:
moir-price 1991
Dog Face in Space
There's a dog at the apex, some training, some rejects... some answers to
learn. Reaching to star stuff through ozone and cloud-fluff where hydrogen
burns.
Wet nose pressed against the glass... and wonder as stars pass by him.
So you're out on a limb and the air's getting thin, getting to thin to bare.
You're cold to bone but there's no going home, going back home from here.
The politic changes... the press rearranges and history's made. But a small
dog in space, from a top secret base is alone and afraid.
He watches the land and sea... but there is no one to see him.
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seattle, wa
052588
copyright:
moir-price 1988
Runner
(running on the razor's edge)
Ragged, children, how we run. Oh liquid history... erode away this paradigm
of lay psychology. Run these perfect circles. Run these perfect alibis.
But our knees are bloody now and tears are running from our eyes.
(learn to fly)
We crawl before we walk, and walk before we run. I can already run but I
want to learn to fly. Yes, we can already run now we need to learn to fly.
(the last mile)
And so I sing this last song to maybe right this last wrong and belong to
myself all along... and so we walk this last mile to maybe share this last
smile. Reconcile, hand in hand for awhile.
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riverside road
102989
copyright:
moir-price 1990
Slipstream
We can glide in the slipstream and maybe slide into (I said slide on
through) these uncertain times but we can't ward off detrition. It
will envelope our exteriors and grind away the spark of our minds.
So we'll be sexually dimorphic and you can rely upon the feeling (I said fly
up to love's ceiling) with me. We can't believe inforever but we'll prolong
the situation so long as our relationship's free.
Free from ubiquitous entries that tender careless affirmation (offer
sad accommodation) for us to lie in waiting forever or 'till our final
resignation and total indignation.
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riverside road
061989
copyright:
moir-price 1990
The Wall
There is frost upon the pumpkin, in the morning, in the fields and the
leaves have all begun to fall from branches they conceal.
Not far across, the Eastern Bloc, I remember, I recall
a heavy sky like granite in my eyes, rose up a concrete wall.
Tear down this icon of division, pull it down, clear it away,
We must have the right to come and go, before we decide to stay.
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riverside road
112489
copyright:
moir-price 1990
Dog Friend
You, you're a dog friend of mine.
You, you're a dog friend of mine.
You have piercing eyes and fuzzy little ears.
I know you'll be, a friend to me
for years and years and years and years.
You, you're a dog friend of mine.
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riverside road
041790
copyright:
moir-price 1990
(Rolling up this)
Highway of Life
We sip warm coffee on a stormy day.
Auto wipers on the windscreen drive the rain away.
'just a couple mickey mice rolling up this highway of life.
Along side the ocean where the river runs...
like a highway in the sky the way our life has just begun.
'just a couple mickey mice rolling up this highway of life.
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riverside road
042290
copyright:
moir-price 1990
Little Boy
Go to sleep, little boy.
Sleep in peace, my little boy.
....a pocket full of stones.
....for love of flesh and bone.
never coming home, my little boy.
Sleep so deep, little boy.
....angels weep, my little boy.
I miss you in my face.
....your love of fetch and chase.
No one can take your place, my little boy.
....buried in the ground.
....faithful friend and hound.
....the bestest dog around, my little boy.
Go to sleep, little boy.
Sleep in peace, my little boy.
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river road
022804
copyright:
runningdog, 2004
Grace and Mercy
Bright as an angel, Cynthia filled up my life.
She took me for a stranger. I took her for my wife.
A promise made forever. A sunny day at the pier...
....hearts warm as summer weather... flowers in the air...
nothing to compare.
Grace and mercy... where is your mercy now?
She promised grace and mercy. We wore them both like her smile
to share a dream of some day, together for awhile.
But then the voices started callin to her in the night.
Her thoughts like waters parted. I thought to stand and fight
but found myself in flight.
Grace and mercy... where is your mercy now?
I could say I am sorry. Just to fall on deaf ears.
But I ll have time to worry though tens of empty years.
And thinking back I will know you as well as time shall allow,
through Christian deed and wonder, where is your mercy now?
Where is your mercy now? Where is your mercy now?
Grace and mercy... where is your mercy now?
river road
061000
copyright:
runningdog, 2003