I saw her running through a field
chasing dragonflies
then lying in a bed of clovers
she closed her haunted eyes
As evening shadows crept around her
lying in the wedding gown she found
in that old empty house
on the other side of town
In this feather box I keep
the golden locket that she dropped
I take it out before I sleep & place it in my pocket
in hopes that it will summon her to me
& she will slip into my sleeping
to kiss me in my haunted dreams
& snatch the golden locket
She paints a picture in a field
I hide behind the water mill
then watch the canvas soon reveal
a figure wandering silent
she paints a child inside his eyes
she lays the brush down as she cries
I’m sorry that he had to die
but it’s too late for now he’s passed to the other side
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth