Houses

You have many houses

One for every season

Mountains in your windows

Violets in your hands

Through your English meadows

Your blue-eyed horses wander

You're in Colorado for the spring

When the winter finds you

You fly to where it's summer

Rooms that face the ocean

Moonlight on your bed

Mermaids, swift as dolphins

Paint the air with diamonds

You are like a seagull, as you said

Why do you fly bright feathered sometimes

In my dreams?

The shadows of your wings

Fall over my face

I can feel no air

I can find no peace

Brides in black ribbons

Witches in white

Fly in through the windows

Fly out through the night

Why do I think I'm dying sometimes

In my dreams?

I see myself, a child

Running through the trees

Searching everywhere

Crawling on my knees

Looking for myself

Looking for my life

I cannot see the leaves

I cannot see the light

Then I see you walking

Just beyond a forest

Walking very quickly

Walking by yourself

Your shoes are silver

Your coat is made of velvet

Your eyes are shining

Your voice is sweet and clear

Come, you say, come with me

I'm going to the castle

All the bells are ringing

The weddings have begun

But I can only stand here

I cannot move to follow

I'm burning in the shadows

And freezing in the sun

There are people with you

Living in your houses

People from your childhood

Who remember how you were

You were always flying

Nightingale of sorrow

Singing bird with rainbows on your wings