ELIZABETH'S SONG

 

Far away lives a lady who's a poet,

She can fly, but she won't show it, so folks don't it.

But if you ever cross the sea,

Please try to tell her this from me,

 

Oh, Word-weaver, Sentence-spinner,

Watching words unwind!

Letting loose the lyrics to the music in your mind!

Dream-maker, Breath-taker, sew a song for me!

Wrap it round a rhythm, set it free

To fly away.

 

She and I, for a moment, were together.

Now I try to forget her.  I don't feel better.

The only thing that's left for me

Are pages of her poetry,

 

Oh, Word-weaver, Sentence-spinner,

Watching words unwind!

Letting loose the lyrics to the music in your mind!

Dream-maker, Breath-taker, sew a song for me!

Wrap it round a rhythm, set it free

To come to me.