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A simple chord on an old guitar
A sunset sky and a shooting star
Remains of battle in a bloody field
Moments that yield
To nothing or to one
Moments that yield
To what love might become
The outstretched fingers of an open hand
Miles and miles of desert sand
A gaping scar festering unhealed
A rolling wave on a sandy shore
Moods that unlock the inner door
A poison letter signed and sealed
The name of God in a breathless hush
A perfect face beneath an artist’s brush
A bloody knife
too hot to wield
A willing heart and a focused eye
A pair of eagles meeting in the sky
A body torn, its skin all peeled
A hungry mouth and a tender kiss
Recovered joy when you reminisce
A broken statue before which you once kneeled
This song came out of a poem I had written twenty years earlier, and which you can find in my collection "Welcome To My World, Selected Poems 1973-2013"
Talismans
Certain simple chord
progressions
strummed softly on a
Spanish guitar
The sudden shift of mood
that coincides
with sunset and the fall
of evening
The contact of flesh on
flesh
speaking more eloquently
than language
The sands of the desert
stretching to eternity
mile upon mile of mile
upon mile
Books that take on
magical properties
for the number of times
you have failed to solve
their riddles
The movement of sunlight
on water glass skin
Talismans
Moments that yield to the
clutching hand
or to poetry
or to nothingness
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you would like to include "Moments That Yield" in your repertoire,
either for paid public performance or to record for commercial
purposes, or if you would like to re-use the recordings attached to this
blog-page for commercial purposes, contact
argaman@theargamanpress.com.
Use of this song, and/or these recordings, for
non-commercial purposes, is not simply permitted but invited.
Words and music by David Prashker
Copyright © 2014 David Prashker
All rights reserved
The Argaman Press
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