The Magic Rain

The wind brings chimes

from aging times

I hear the cries

Alone

Blue raindrops fall

deep in a well

caught in a spell

I call

I see shadows fight alone on the ground

I see maidens calling out with no sound

I see signs in the air telling me what

I’ve found

Now I know

The magic rain

comes and goes

The magic rain

hides and shows

Ancient perfumes

A sorcerer’s eyes

are seeking dreams

In fires

There’s a man of power calling for more

There’s a magic chamber behind the door

There’s a feeling that I’ve seen this somewhere before