I see rain clouds
bellowing skies
December in your eyes
I see storm child
silent watching
in shadowy mezzanine
Please don't look at me
my pastel queen
Follow, fairground
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 meadow
catching fireflies in Mason jar
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 their 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
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