Three Images

I see shapes in the twilight calling my name beckoning me to come

I see a pale, ghostly figure nailed to a cross

I have fear but I cannot run

He steps down from the tree and wraps my arms around my neck

I hear him laughing...

I see your image on the paper calling my name

A moment that was captured from time

And if I close my eyes and think

I can still feel your skin as warm as it was years ago

But you have gone away, and I am sitting here alone

I hear you laughing...

But if you're looking for a new friend

Baby, I won't be around

I'm full up on a deal that I found on the other side of town

Calling me...

I hear of flowers under spotlights dancing away

Flowers from the land of the sun

A glowing yellow rose exposing itself for all those who are willing to come

In a midnight haze I see a vision of them climbing the steps

I hear them laughing...