Don’t be small
Lift thine eyes
To the heavens
Give the world its due
Dig a space in
Which you can dwell.
Lifting the hand
To shield the sun
From the heart
Sifting the years
Through the fingers
Like dirt or dust
Drifting as the clock
Slides towards the edge
Going to the temple
Of the mind
Seated upon a ledge
That hangs over
A space between
Your mind and mine.
Love rising from the mists,
Promise me this and only this,
Holy breath touching me, like a wind song
Sweet communion of a kiss
Sun sifting through the grey
Enter in, reach me with a ray
Silently swooping down, just to show me
How to give my heart away
Once a crystal choir
Appeared while I was sleeping
And called my name
And when they came down nearer
Saying, dying is done,
Then a new song was sung
Until somewhere we breathed as one
And still I hear their whisper
Stars bursting in the sky
Hear the sad nova's dying cry
Shimmering memory, come and hold me
While you show me how to fly
Sun sifting through the grey
Enter in, reach me with a ray
Silently swooping down, just to show me
How to give my heart away
Lately sparkling hosts
Come fill my dreams, descending
On fiery beams
I've seen 'em come clear down
Where our poor bodies lay,
Soothe us gently and say,
Gonna wipe all your tears away
And still I hear their whisper?
Love, rising from the mists
Promise me this and only this,
Holy breath touching me, like a wind song
Sweet communion of a kiss
I have included this song on here as it is so beautiful about communion between two people,
About
Judith Lynne Sill was an American singer-songwriter and composer. She was influenced by Bach, and wrote lyrics drawing on Christian themes of rapture and redemption. Sill was the first artist signed to David Geffen's label Asylum. She released her first album, Judee Sill, in 1971, followed by Heart Food in 1973.
Born: 7 October 1944, Los Angeles, California, United States
Died: 23 November 1979 (age 35 years), North Hollywood, Los Angeles, California, United States
Movies: Lost Angel: The Genius of Judee Sill
Genre: Folk
Record label: Asylum Records
I’m like some old steam engine shunted into a railway siding,
Or an old favourite book left lying on the shelf dust gathering.
I’m in solid sorrow for being, once again, the forgotten one,
Going from being the expected one, to being the nothing someone.
Now I am a relic sitting in the basement of a museum,
Like a once popular music album, that had everyone dancing
But is now buried on the bottom of a pile of old vinyls,
No longer played, no longer touched, ignored and out of style.
I’m like a shrivelled orange sat in a glass bowl in a cupboard,
It shapes my heart into a battered over used and old dartboard.
I no longer walk, like I used to, along the countryside paths,
For I have lost the meaning of this dream along with my innocence.
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