Roy Harper Sleeping At The Wheel
Through the window Just a wall Shapes are forming Blackbirds call Early morning spirits Moving hands Tick-tocking ages In the half-light of the still Before the lark Where I can feel my shadow Touch your silence in the dark Sleeping at the wheel reaching for oceans before us for us to feel together, tonight Playing eagle firing eyes ever willing sweet surprise Welling in the belly Of their chase Tracing out the angel In the half-light on your face Before the lark Where I can feel my shadow Touch your silence, in the dark Sleeping at the wheel reaching for oceans before us for us to feel together, tonight Then suddenly I hear you say "Time to get up It's gone midday, Cup of tea love" And I realise I must have dropped off drifted into dream before the lark yielded to the ether of our secret world in the dark
