BLUE LOBELIA, My secret place......

In a secret place where I once lay, I remembered her special grace
And as I lay thinking, I found the scene changing
I found ,that I was dreaming........

I had never allowed anyone, into my secret place
So, I found myself amazed, that there before me, a special face
Gracing my secret place, and smiling her special way
And causing me discomfort
For it was here in my fantasy, inside my castle deep
I wielded my blades, and found my most healing sleep
Yet, here she was, at my banquet table, in the grand hall of Lobelia
The name of my home, was the flower she wore in her hair
Lobelia, the flower blue, was designed into each and every chair
Yet here it was in her hair, and in the color of her gown as well
It was if the Gods were telling me, my secret place was hers to share
And blue Lobelia the root of her royal air, such regal lines, it had to be
That the woman my ancestors had spoken of, was sitting in front of me
I offered her wine, and for the very first time, she spoke to me and said;
"Kind sir, I am Lobelia, are you the man I seek?" I was taken aback
And though no heart attack, I found I could not speak, but she took my hand
And I began to see that this angel, this Lobelia, was already a part of me
For in the history of the name Lobelia, it meant to strive for the infinite
The very thing that ever brought me here, to my secret place, to seek
The color blue had always been, desirous of Love and of musical pride
So I walked her to the secret door and I asked her to step inside
Her golden curls flowing down her back just touching her velvety blue dress
Floated across the Grand Halls floor, as she entered my heart and my musical test
I showed her my harp,and my instruments of every kind
We spoke, then we danced, and it was not the romance, but the magic of her
That  had me so mesmerized
I knew in my soul that we had danced here before
Perhaps in another life, perhaps among the stars
But I felt It quite certain, that Lobelia and I
Had danced many times before
It all seemed so familiar, too familiar to be anything less
Than the mutual Love of two musical souls,  beautifully expressed
And dancing in the recognition of our family crest,
And the magic of magical beings
Bonding and loving
And dancing, and knowing
That this was OUR
Secret place.......

And as I awoke, where I once lay
And dreaming of days gone by
I recall the name of Lobelia
To this day, I can not remember
WHY..........

Tony Taylor  (Chicago)