song of the blue lady

 

a closed door

stands in front of me

hiding the faint beat of persian drums

and celtic pipes in foggy moors

opening slowly

to the emerging dirge of love

longing to be captured by song

blue mist seeps out

tumbling and rolling through my feet

the singing blue lady becomes form

out from the shadows

 

a loo poo wats

hords do ma lee

a lons to key leeng

oon da bass

dair ee nair nuf die

far der magee doo la

 

as love pulls our hearts

towards tomorrow

and longs to keep living

in the past

there is never enough time

for the magic to last

 

a loo poo wats

hords do ma lee

a lons to key leeng

oon da bass

dair ee nair nuf die

far der magee doo la

 

in and out like a cuckoo

pushing a large wheeled machine

like an over heated steam engine

immersing my heart in passion and hope

dancing and chanting an ancient sea shanty

fading back into the harbor mist

the singing blue lady retreats

behind the closing door

form into shadow

love into life




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