Fatal tastes of Strawberries...

She stood in the finest weave of the tapestry
Sewing those dreams that only blind poets see
Lost in the dust of last winters forestry
tempting, teasing, tortuous destinies...

The Stitches of time were unravelling slowly
the weft of her tears told the sorrowful story
She hung from the loom with silent anxiety
"Fatal" she said .. tastes of Strawberry...

"Revenge" she whispered always tastes Bitter Sweet
Clean is the freshness of realised destiny
Lips are cold - hearts won't beat
Fatal tastes of Strawberry

There 'tween the branches with leafy divinity
Long golden tresses give hope for futurity
Woven with time through truth and duplicity
She drifted like wood smoke into sweet obscurity

Red was her bosom and armoured with dignity,
Bright was her eye with hidden simplicity
Sad was her smile, with a lack of security
Within my my heart - I heard her call out to me ...

"Revenge" she whispered always taste Bitter Sweet
Clean is the freshness of realised destiny
Lips are cold - hearts won't beat
Fatal tastes of Strawberry

Deep was my hunger as she reached out for me
Wide were my arms to grasp a pure ecstacy
High my ambitions, too high now it seems to me
As further she drifted, further away from me

Hidden in the finest weave of the tapestry
Lost in my dreams that only blind poets see
A soft echo drifted from last winter's forestry
"Fatal" it whispered .. "tastes of Strawberry..."

"Regret" now I realise will always taste Bitter Sweet
Never achieving a realised destiny
Lips are cold - hearts won't beat
Fatal tastes of Strawberry ...


Music and lyrics Vollsanger
(c) iws 2012

 

 

 

   
     

 

 
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