Ronnie Martin
Ronnie Martin
Ronnie Martin
Ronnie Martin
Ronnie Martin
Ronnie Martin
Ronnie Martin
Through the wind a frail voice
Beckons to carry us
You extend a silver hand to me, blue and forlorn
Every hour is lost to years and vivid characters
And the winter in our veins proclaims a frigid pulse
Will vivid tones return to your heart?
From the womb of the morning
The dew of your youth will be yours
In corridors of false charades
Images, masquerades
I can see what pointed eyes you have in laser form
Lost in parties, hollow shapes
In brooding fashion pose
Pages turn, dispassion churns, you learn what's grave and dour
Will fair colors bleed into yours?
Ever surreal are the scenes
Of specters vanishing
You romance me with the memory of Victorian love
Mirror pages from your first edition Phantastes
Do you accept a life, project a life, that leaves no life?
Will the endmost dream become ours?
From the Womb of the Morning, the Dew of Your Youth Will be Yours was written by Ronnie Martin.
From the Womb of the Morning, the Dew of Your Youth Will be Yours was produced by Ronnie Martin.
Ronnie Martin released From the Womb of the Morning, the Dew of Your Youth Will be Yours on Fri Jan 28 2022.