'I can't do the talk like they talk on the TV And I can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you I can't do anything except be in love with you
And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be All I do is keep the beat and bad company All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme Juliet, I'd do the stars with you any time'
Just as in a day Can take a breath Enslave it By evening freed In listless sigh Of resignation And sleep Don't dream it, be it Is nature's cry As several evolutions Of matter Land on my thigh Her eyes trace the outlines Mating decorations Imagining them away To nothing Come undone Completely For several hundred and one Days spent between extremes Fighting, crying, sight Laughing, smiling, delight No greater affirmation More than three letters Yes, or I do In the still dark silence There is none other But you
Artists of Tasmania ~ Lucienne Rickard. Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery.
Count the stars of heaven 