Where oh where, are you tonight?
Why did you leave me here all alone?
I searched the world over and thought I found true love.
You met another and raspberry you was gone.*
Listen to the mandolin rain.
Listen to the music on the lake.
Listen to my heart break every time she runs away.
Listen to the banjo wind.
A sad song drifting low.
Listen to the tears roll.
Down my face as she turns to go.*
*Mandolin Rain by Bruce Hornsby and the Range
There must be a thousand other guys.
There must be some other way to look good in your eyes.
Why am I up here, what do the see in me?
Must be one thousand other places to be.
*Why Me by Planet P
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running,
Like a watercolour in the rain.
Don't bother asking for an explanation,
She'll just tell you that she came,
In the year of the cat.*
*Year of the Cat by Al Stewart
'Twas a late spring day in the mountain and I was sitting on a rocky outcrop over looking a field of wildflowers, drifting in and out of consciousness as the warm sun was carrying my spirit on a journey through time, when I gradually felt the sun disappear from my face. I opened my eyes, and standing about fifteen feet away in front of me, was a young lady. She was dressed most tastefully for the day, as she was wearing a soft blue sweater with white horizontal stripes that went down to her thighs; blue jeans the color of the afternoon sky with a silver chain belt looped around her waist; a pair of knee high Timberlands; and floppy Panama style hat. As she took off her hat, a cool breeze caught her hair from underneath and gently splayed it out. The late morning sun danced upon the jewels that were intertwined within and I became blinded by its brilliance, while at the same time, brought to my knees as a wave of melancholy bathed my spirit and dampened my soul. She approached, knelt down in front of me and picked up my chin. Gently touching my face, she leaned in and whispered, "Do not worry, for when the time comes, I will return to be that strong and steady guide that you will need on your long and difficult journey." Giving me one last gentle caress of my cheek, she stood up, turned around, and faded away as the cool breeze did, until I could feel the warm sun once again caressing my spirit. And although, I was alone again sitting on that rocky outcrop, I really wasn't, as I took comfort in the knowledge that soon, when the stars are properly aligned again, she will return to help guide me on my long and difficult journey.
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