Pure Imagination...
The music brings you to me
“You could be my silver springs…“
I see your smile… your arms go around me
“Blue green colors flashing…“
The tears well up inside, with grins too.
“I would be your only dream…”
Do I want you, or the visions in my head?
Together we rock and sway, and are enraptured with each other.
“Your shinin’ autum--ocean crashing…”
You’re not here at all… it’s the music that brings you to me.
We keep dancing.
“Don’t say that she’s pretty…“
I’m only in my living room, but we
Are in a grand ballroom, bathed in light; golden
And washing over our shadows as we glide.
“And if you say that she loves you…”
And suddenly, we’re on the beach…
Grape, navy, obergene…
The purple carpet of the ocean edged with gold and kaki hues
“Baby, I don’t wanna know…”
And my imagination bubbles over.
“….time casts a spell on you, but you won’t forget me.”
CES (C) 2009
*"Silver Springs" Fleetwood Mac (1977)
Written by Stevie Nicks
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