Songs again. This is in response to the Day 2 quote of Jilly’s challenge:
“That morning the sun forgot to rise” Jim Harrison.
The morning the deer come no more to the brake,
And the sight of your face is like cloud in blue skies,
When the thrushes are silent along the still lake,
Is the morning the sun will forget how to rise.
When the evening star falls through the oaks in the wood,
And the tides of the ocean cease their ebb and flow,
When the moon’s face reflected is red as shed blood,
Is the evening I’ll tell you I want you to go.