Guess she forgot again
About the stars tonight
Just like she’s done for so long
Right or wrong, in fleeting light
The sun always bows, before it goes
As darkness comes she hides inside
A desert girl readies
To curl-up cozy in her desert bed
Where pages unfurl from a book she reads
The imagery lives in her head
Then she says...
I ought to write my own novel
If I had something to say...
Maybe a lover in Tucson
Who hails from Santa Fe
Blind is this man
Who sees what he hears
And tastes what he touches
Alive in the clutches of feelings
Revealing the subtlest truths
I never was the beautiful one
That drew the fairest straw
Or turned a single glance this way
Blind is this man
Who adores my song voice
And knows my heartbeat better than me
In ecstasy, in poetry and fathomless prose
To him I’m his wild sunkissed Rose
Blind is this man
Who desires my kindly, womanly soul
For everything I appear to be for him
Oh... the reverie of togetherness
Discovering as we go
We’ll sow whatever garden we choose to grow
Blind is this man
Who weeps with me and smiles from deep within
Sharing each new found horizon
If I had something to say