Paul Bergmann Emma, From The Valleys Of Her Heart
She beams from the roof of my heart
Her mouth it gives words to the thought
A sense of her lives deep within
She speaks like the tides in the wind
Her darkness of morning subsides
As memories of her eyes
Their colors awash of deep blue
Their cloud is sewn from bits of you
I wonder how steep in the dark
These visions of her are not stark
Nighttime it folds into dream
The image of Emma takes gleam
Powder will turn into mist
These changes will weaken my fist
Boredom and tiring of the days
I wake up in shadows today
Oh where is the girl that I knew?
Wicked and wild and so blue
She walks now with someone new
Doing the things we would do
If I was made bronze and imbued
With nothing but words spoke from you
The wisdom I'd know so unfair
Yeah I couldn't even push back my hair
Oh Emma my hands are for you
Crippled and soft and so true
But grey eyes they easily fade
And I'm just a memory now
Sunlight in storms and the haze
Los Angeles feels so unfazed
The dampedness crawls from the court
And friends that once stood at my door
If wishings fell from above
I'd love with two eyes without glove
My heartaches my ashes are not new
They cling with the sorrow of only having one shoe
Oh I miss her now
The trees are all broken now
If it was just right to see you
If it was the slightest I knew
So I carry, I freeze all my thoughts
Of memories clouded, forgot
The staving, the aging, the sin
The daylight worn out so thin
These women, these woes, these wounds
They squash my wisdom too
Don't push your ??? back into me
It's heaviness wallows ???
Closely she walked with me
In grasses and trees that I've seen
Her heart it beats slow and with rhyme
The touching of old hands lost with time
Oh the strangeness of unsettled blood
Burns red with the oxygen's flood
I drive it back down to the source
Where lovers have had living course
Waking from dream
Is fantasy stripped and now seen
Naked and tried and devised
Still she is the last one on my eyes
Oh the crooner now grazes her skin
With wisdom felt once deep within
He wishes for his past faults to click
The fear in his heart makes him sick
Oh where is the one that I love?
Which streams of great water, ten thousand tons
It's only been years since I knew
It's only been smoke that I blew
So follow this old path again
Warm thickened, then thin again
If I could only bring this one back to me
Well I couldn't cuz she ain't coming home