Black Wind
And the devil in black dress watches over
My guardian angel walks away
Life is short and love is always over in the morning
Black wind come carry me far away
With the sunlight died and night above me
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain inside
You run for cover in the temple of love
You run for another it’s all the same
For the wind will blow and throw your walls aside
With the fire from the fireworks up above
With a gun for a lover and a shot for the pain
You run for cover in the temple of love
I shine like thunder cry like rain
And the temple grows old and strong
But the wind blows longer cold and long
And the temple of love will fall before
This black wind calls my name to you no more
Very "cinematic." It reminds me of some of my best bad dreams. Thank you very much….
This is very dramatic image that you created Elaine!!… it’s a great and it has captured the feelings brought out in the poem… xo….peter:)
Our temple of photographic love will never fall, Elaine! That I can promise. It’s the place wehere we both are angels, taking pictures of each. Some in black & white, the others in colour. Our temple of intercontinental photographic love will never fall!
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.