July 8, 2010, “My Amanda”
July 8, 2010 “My Amanda”
She comes to me in the night, she comes from thin air
She finds me alone in my dream…
She is the wind in the cloud…eyes blue-green, as deep as the sea
Bright as the Southern Cross they gleam.
She speaks in the language of goddesses and gods
I know what she means, my leaping heart hears…
What she says with her smile, her playful smile
The tilt of her head and her tears, her deep blue tears.
She came from the heavens, never earthbound angel
She surrounds me, and whispers like the Zephyr…
She lifts me from the doldrums of the melancholy blue
And when she is done I am rested, and she, my Vesper.
I will not know love, if for eons I stand here in the dust
I will never hear the three holy words spoken aloud…
I will not know peace, and comfort will fail
Until I can find her, and Love her in the cloud.
Listen to this here: