She Is My Scape

The crowd at the gate is hanging on late

Like posters from some lost campaign

Suits loose and frayed, their hats blown away

Sails catching nothing bu rain

I stand with a rope tied firm to the hope

That we'll leave a good night where it fell

And that light bursting free is coming for me

Let's love and let's do loving well

Now I woke in a cloud after speaking aloud

To a vision of you in the street

Back in my room, the heat in full bloom

I see lilies grow wild at my feet

And so down the line I'll keep your heart in mine

And our lungs ring an hourly bell

It's as clear as the moon as it follows and

Taps on my shoulder; I'm under her spell

Out here in the night where I once lost the fight

And abandoned all hope for a home

I seek out her shape, you know she is my escape

And I'll follow wherever she goes

The hinge of her door well it groans and roars

And what stands between us like a veil

Is my fear and my doubt, but I turn and sing

Darling, let's love and let's do loving well.