leonardcohenforum.com

And the glowing feet, clad in linen, did walk on england's green grass
trying to find the machine of burning brass
they walked on crops in a circle they did say
trying to find the lines of lay
encircling the sky as orbs of light
that transcend the machine of radar in a fright
often going off the screen in a flash, left of right
upsetting the darkness of the night
and filling potiental psychics with the gift of second sight
and melt into the subconcious like an iceberg in spain
the meaning falling like the divine rain
and turn the suffering into pain
for being allowed a glimpse of heaven again
Georges