Crimson Clouds

He stands alone in Europe’s field
As clouds of poppies summon dreams.
The days of war a human shield,
He stands alone in Europe’s field.
Alone in trenches men concealed,
So few remain who knew war’s schemes,
He stands alone in Europe’s field
As clouds of poppies summon dreams.
The distant cannons never yield
He stands alone in Europe’s field.
No peace can cure wounds never healed
No answers to his nightly screams.
He stands alone in Europe’s field
As clouds of poppies summon dreams.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Beautiful Agony

Lady lay safe in my arms
nothings harms, I watch you sigh.
a gentle touch on your skin
let me in and softly die.

Lady lay safe in my arms
loving charms sensual cry
lose control and let it go
caressing slow as we lie.

Lady lay safe in my arms
no alarms tell of your bliss
le petite mort comes again
With no pain in lover’s kiss.

Lady, lay safe in my arms,
stormy balms of love tonight.
Beautiful -- the agony
that sets you free in delight.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.