Charlene Long
Mixed media Artwork
Longing for Daybreak The Morning Trees And April dawned with suns aflame From Boulder Unto Boulder
Longing for Daybreak The Morning Trees And April dawned with suns aflame From Boulder Unto Boulder
Sing to us cedars; your voice is so lowly Waiting for the Storm Sing to us cedars; the night wind is sighing And here's to the days that are coming
Sing to us cedars; your voice is so lowly Waiting for the Storm Sing to us cedars; the night wind is sighing And here's to the days that are coming
Before the Storm Purple shadows tell of dawn Of great cool drops that fall with sudden splash There are fires on Lulu Island and the smoke uplifting lingers
Before the Storm Purple shadows tell of dawn Of great cool drops that fall with sudden splash There are fires on Lulu Island and the smoke uplifting lingers
The cedars chanting vespers to the sea Sing to us cedars; the twilight is creeping. As coming suns dissolve the dark that veils the edge of day. A sky of blue and grey, Some stormy clouds that play
The cedars chanting vespers to the sea Sing to us cedars; the twilight is creeping. As coming suns dissolve the dark that veils the edge of day. A sky of blue and grey, Some stormy clouds that play
The suns red pulses beat Night of mid-June — in heavy vapours dying The rocks give shelter that the sands deny The cedar trees have sung their vesper hymn
The suns red pulses beat Night of mid-June — in heavy vapours dying The rocks give shelter that the sands deny The cedar trees have sung their vesper hymn
Dawn lights her candles in the east once more The Two Sisters What of the days when we two dreamed together      Days marvellously fair. All the day long the vapours played. At Blindfold in the city streets
Dawn lights her candles in the east once more The Two Sisters What of the days when we two dreamed together Days marvellously fair. All the day long the vapours played. At Blindfold in the city streets