Vision On Susan Drive

I see rain clouds, bellowing skies, December in your eyes.
I see storm child, silent watching in shadowy mezzo-scene.
Please don’t look at me my pastel queen.

Follow fairgrounds, princess of the carousel
I watch you spinning round and round.
White dress flowing, I’m watching from the ferris wheel
as wind just blows your hair around.

I see the man in the penny arcade,
Handing out tickets and making his way,
up to the turnstile where you stand and wait,
He gives you a smile then he opens the gate.

Walk to graveyard, I sit behind your house
I’m writing poetry beneath the stars.
I can see you, running through the meadows
Catching fire flies in mason jars,
To the music of the meadowlark.

I follow you through the city streets down,
To the cathedral and without a sound,
You sit and you watch as the merchants close down,
All of the shops and they’re heading for home.
Butterfly I think I want to follow everywhere you go.

Moonlight maiden, standing in the window
Of her bedroom counting all the stars.
I see you, turning off lights,
Closing curtains locking all the doors.
I will wait for you out in the Moors.