Promises

Out in the desert wind

She renews what was old

What to rescind

What to accept?

What is factual?

What is concept?

Reality and imagination are parallel
She knows quite well

She discerns even still
And she breaks my will
She toils on her face
Her hair is in place

I’m waiting, waiting for love

She’s waiting for her nails to dry

I traveled the world for a butterfly

The chances are grazing by

And risks are always high

The promises I hear are as echoes

I arrive, set and bold

Out on the rolling sea

Of the memories that still hold

Her sighing clings to me

I take on a mad pirate look

I’m a lost boy at heart

She reads me like a storybook

Then tears my ship apart

Reality and imagination are parallel
And she knows quite well

I’m waiting, waiting for love

She’s waiting for her nails to dry

I traveled the world for a girl

A woman, a butterfly

No more chances to await

No more risks to create

The promises heard in the desert wind