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| What I See chalk pastels drawn 1994 |
I heard you call to me while the night made it’s leave
I felt your approach as the sun and the sky did cleave
When were you going to say goodbye, were you ever?
How was I to learn of this without second sight I’m not nearly that clever
You’ve always brought to mind images of woven tapestries and regal stances
Filled me with scents of warm rain, nights of jasmine and erotic instances
Held me spellbound by days of soft whispers and lakeside dances
Taught me the way of love with secret meetings and forbidden chances
You bring to mind oceans of lavender, seas of marigolds
Filled me with tales of wisdom, visions of chivalry, legends untold
Held me in the cusp of velvet with satin and lace to fight the cold
Taught me the essence of being a woman when you dared me to be bold
I heard you call to me, and I’ve always known you’d leave
I felt your approach say your heart I will never deceive
When will it really be goodbye, can there ever be a time and place?
How could I ever believe goodbye is possible when with you I have found my grace
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