G.T. Moore | Here And Now

 

Here And Now

There is a place I call my own
In the curve of your shoulder-bone
Where my body meets my soul
And where I never feel alone

Caught up in the mad here and now
It's the only place I call my own

There is a time I call my own
Between sunset and the rising moon
When the lyrebirds are flying home
In the purple clouds behind the dunes

Caught up in the mad here and now
It's the only time I call my own

There is a face I call my own
Mirrored in the dark window-pane
Where I see the smile I know
That makes yours and mine one and the same

Caught up in the made here and now
It's the only face I call my own.