Waiting for love to pick up the beat
Since the first heart was stolen away
We've been yearning for love's harmony
Let's get together in a song
When our hearts are in harmony
There's no note you can sing wrong
When our hearts are in harmony
The singer's heart lives on in a song
And with the same breath you carry it on
Is love meant to last for an eternity
His song will be there a long time after he's gone
True Love can lift all souls
From the dungeons to the towers
When other person's beating hearts
Are put in place of ours
A trumpet shell that washed ashore
Heralds our love with a whispered roar
The whole creation wrapped up in a song
It's a heart beat away if we can sing along
or /second bridge
Let's all get together
There's no need to rehearse
For love is the song
Of the whole universe
SONG FOR A SINGER
Did he sit you down
Did he sing his songs
And try to hold you all night long
Did he close his eyes
And hide from you
Or meet every gaze
And look right through
This is a song for a singer
A Song that all can sing along
How many songs
Have no music to them
Waiting for someone
To set them free
To say you’ve been hurt
How close must you be
You can sit on my bed
And listen to me
This is a song for a singer...
A song about somebody beautiful
Who sings about beautiful songs
Then he’s captured the audience
Like he’s captured the words that he sings
Did he sing a song
Before it was done
Did you think
You’d remember it then
The song will be there
Long after he’s gone
And maybe some day
It’ll come back to him
This is a song for a singer
It’s not a song about
A sewing machine
January 20 1975
HEART OF SNOW
On a lake at the edge of wood a young girl figure skates
Her eyes sparkle in a flood of endless figure eights
She stops to make an angel's wing in freshly fallen snow
Will the dream live on past spring her ambition overflows
Footprints fade into dotted lines
On a page that overflows
Yet the passage has nowhere to go
When love is written in a heart of snow
A young boy watches in the wings with cheeks a winter rose
Beyond the curtain of willow strings love ventures to suppose
He draws a heart upon the snow and puts her name inside
Skates once more into her eyes but she just lets him slide
Above the falls the boys have thrills when skating on the lake
They rush to where the water spills and then slam on the brakes
There was a boy a friend of mine skated as fast as he could
He tried to stop before the line it didn't do him any good
© 1997 Stefan des Lauriers
WHEN LOVE'S A WORD UPON A WINDOWPANE
Once my window was all covered with frost
Through barren trees a cold wind blew
So I put my footsteps on a page of snow
And drew a heart with an arrow through
Now I wonder where does young love go
When Love is written in a heat of snow
The wind erased those lines of love
And turned my heart into a stone
Can a thought that’s written down
Have a life all of its own?
Now the forest is too faint to see
Outside this window all covered in dew
So I’ll inscribe one line of love
For the world to look into
But can the world be seen through rain
When love’s a word upon a windowpane
The wind erased those lines of love
And turned my heart into a stone
Can a thought that’s written down
Have a life all of its own?
© 2008 Stefan des Lauriers
LOVE IS
From the Zenith's lofty heights
The letter "L" is capitalized
It turns a corner as it hits the bottom
And points to yonder skies
Love is —
EverythingYou can't explain
When written
On a misty windowpane
The "o" is all or nothing
At the end of two - beginning of one
Symbol of a golden ring
Like a halo around the sun
Love is —Everything...
To grace the sky in glory
Cranes fly in chevron flight
I raise my arms in victory
With this "v" I write
Love is —Everything...
Lastly - (in lower case)The "e" is like a galaxy
From the center a spiral is drawn
An embryo embracing eternity
© 1997 Stefan des Lauriers
HEAVEN IN YOUR HEART
If all the world were a desert
All covered with barren lands
And one drop of water fell on you
And a few grains of sand
Wouldn't it be
Heaven in your heart?
If your heart were a seed
Lying dormant within you
How would you feel being blessed
With a love that’s true
Wouldn't it be
Heaven in your heart?
When does life really begin
Heaven only knows
When it begins it begins
And grows and grows and grows
If you were in a desert
That blossomed over night
Wouldn't you be filled with joy
At such a beautiful sight
Wouldn't it be Heaven in your heart?
© 2015 Stefan des Lauriers
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