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JEFF CALLAHAN: Music

Stepping Stone

(Jeff Callahan)
Why would I bow to a king bound in the shadow of his crippled wings when I with all my might dance with the jester in frail moonlight?

How did you come just to pour your honeycomb heart on my ivory floor when eyes once drawn with gloom catch foxes run in the vineyard’s bloom?

Cypress trees, endless valleys, sixty ravens and dried lilies. Milk on the table, spiced wine on the shelf. How can I forgive myself?

When to this life should we hold? Pray take me away before I grow old and leave sorrow I’ve sewn across the river of silence on a stepping stone.

Cypress trees, endless valleys, sixty ravens and dried lilies. Milk on the table, spiced wine on the shelf. How can I forgive myself?

Fair morning breezes blow. Her scarlet ribbons flow. Naked among these hills, our spirits linger, they linger still.

But if my voice should fade and vanish from the memories that you’ve made, I will return again though I never knew why or how or when.