Rivers of the Flow and the Sigh– Dobie and Brownstone

I drank your shadow, babe.

Let’s let us live the wine.

Let rivers flow

With liminal and play.

Let rivers flow;

Let’s dig the tremble of

The night

In passions of the breeze

Until the day.

And morning,

Let her shine against

The rising sun

And let them look

Upon the midnight glow.

And they shall find

Great pleasure

In what eve had done.

And in the soul

That souls had heart to know.

Come sip in shadow, babe,

And let it drip sublime

‘Til rivers of the flow

Take us away.

Take us away;

Let’s sing the treble of

Of the night

In passions of the breeze

With sweet drawn nigh.

And I shall watch

The morn shine on

The gentle

Of your face

‘Til rivers come to flow

Within a sigh.