Counting
Composer(s): B. Lind
Performer(s): Liesbeth List



Now is the glimmering, spinning, beginning
of something I’ve prayed for
and counted the minutes
to be in the shadow of sheltering meadows of night
with you in my arms

This is the moment that poses to hold us
as you and I move, in a background of wonder
surrounded by countesses and closures of nocturne
and spoken music of joy

Counting times, I have stood at the foot
of your ivory tower and weeped
and called out your name by the hour
and counted on wings of my heart-strings
to carry this sound
I have counted on pleading
you’d see how I need you, come down

And now between twilight and midnight
you came to me
down in your gown of soft moonbeams and starlight
Bright as the evening that breezes has fenced us
and mastered against us 
you’re here

And warm and mine
till the time when the dawn will awake me
the morning will shake me
the highway will take me

But now will the rains of the moon make me gaze
We will swim in the lustre of lingering streetlights
and count on the night to hold everything even
and count on forgetting that I will be leaving
when heaven has folded and then in the dawn
I’ll be gone

But now as the gardens of softening night-time
are blossoming slowly around where we are
you and I came together
and walked through the dreams of the stars

So, here where the sun of the deepening evening
is singing to me from the light in your eyes
we can count on eachother
to move to the beach of tomorrow
and know where we’ve been