The Black Atlantic

I have neither food, nor water I have neither pain, nor medicine I can neither dream, nor sleep I'm in this blighted place, and I'm haunted By an ocean that beckons me I hear its siren call of oblivion and within contained: a sad and wonderful plea O

Now she walks the land The heart of which she always belonged to On the back ways Finding wild flowers and stones For a wise woman's treasury She set free to the wind When the clock of her memory dispersed Dandelion Into uncountable incomprehensible

Lyrics to Fragile Meadow : Woman, Tranquilly laboring at all love's cultivation I do believe I am fortunate to have met you Woman, How ephemeral our grace is in these wind stricken plains But I do believe It is our fate to reside here Away from the m