I thought I saw
the invisible girl
in the shadow of
the invisible world
I know she's out there
if I could only see
out there somewhere
waiting for me
and in my mind's eye
beyond beauty
or is she something
that could never be
the other day
between the dark and dawn
her perfume came
across and on
I turned around
and almost caught
a glimpse of her
hidden in thought
I thought I saw
the invisible girl
in the shadow of
the invisible world
I know she's out there
if I could only see
out there somewhere
waiting for me
too many days alone inside my brain
too many nights walking the tightrope of insane
no one ever died from being alone
at least that's what I tell myself as I'm driving home
I thought I saw
the invisible girl
in the shadow of
the invisible world
I know she's out there
if I could only see
out there somewhere
waiting for me
come to me
I'll come to you
come to me
I'm almost through
come to me
I know it's you
if you come
then I'll come too
Well said. You are also in good company. Byron wrote "She walks in beauty, like the night/Of cloudless climes and starry skies." Different meter, same sentiment.
She peeks into your world just as you're trying to wake up in the morning. An intriguing but invisible sight. I hope the melody comes in your dream is easily as the words.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Ron