Don Ross Don't Feel Your Touch
in front of a newborn moon pushing out its glistening
dome
i kiss these departing companions, take the next step
alone
i've just said goodnight to the closest thing I have to
home
oh and the night grows sharp and hollow as a junkie's
craving vain
and I don't feel your touch again
to be held in the heart of a friend is to be a king
but the magic of a lovers touch is what makes my spirit
sing
when you're caught up in this longing all the beauties of
the earth don't mean a thing
oh and the night grows clear and empty as a lake of acid
rain
and I don't feel your touch again.
the last light of day crept away like a drunkard after
gin
a hint of chanted prayer now whispers from the fresh
night wind
to this shattered heart and soul, held together by habit
and skin
and to this half-gnawed bone of apprehension buried in my
brain
as I don't feel your touch again
