Lyrics

Night gallops on her secret Mare
Silence touches waking air
Dust attending sleep,
Come and lean on me

Lean, lean into, lean into this evening,
Lean into this evening with me.

The river of our souls roll on,
Skin of body ardent moss,
Your eyes of absence kiss me numb,
And Look what of me becomes.

Lean, lean into, lean into this evening,
Lean into this evening with me.

come lean into this evening with me,
This sprawling wheat stalked evening,
Unceasing, longing, pleading,
This close mouthed mirrored evening.

The hooked head of the night bird stares,
Gasping in the forbidden air.
As we embrace, it hides its face,
From its blouse of dark feathery lace,

Pine needles are thick with laughter,
Black bells wonder, what?s the matter,
Deep inside of that green alcove,
Your breath drinks mine tasting love.

And I lean into you,
And you lean into me,
And we lean into this evening,
Deeply madly needing,
Trusting and believing,
This evening,
This evening,
This evening.

Ishita Rungta
Copyright 2007 Ishita and Gopal Rungta