Somewhere
there is a spellbinder
and I will find her
out where
the air is clear.
I feel her near to me
I so want to be
bound.

Found in her eyes
I would look in surprise
on another place
which smiles out of her face
and into my mind.

It's a kind of delusion, a fantasy,
a Peter Pan story
but for me it is real.
It's the seal on a contract
a dance with reality
a waltz across the dreaming sea
It's true
It just has to be.
Or why do I dream every night
Why do the stars scatter light on my brow
How can it not be so?
Tell me
I want to know.

And no answer was forthcoming.
In summing up
and thumbing my nose at them that don't know
I go on.

The truth is
It always existed
The dreams that consist of a better day
arrive in the night at the dousing of lights
and in a slow way
that slowly begins to feel okay
they say to me,
'I'm real
you see that it's true
why doubt
this is not about me
it's about you'

And the binding goes on
Long after the spellbinder has gone
her spells stay awake
make me ache
with a longing
She's put the song in
my heart.