Beyond Song

You're the portrait of a queen
As you sit there with your magazines of the ancients
Of the circles and stars
Of rockpools, jewels and bazaars

You're the mistress of my daydreams
Meet me in the back, through the seams of the nighttime
Through the whispering reeds
You can straighten all the wayward trees

You must be the notes beyond the scale
The colours beyond the pale
The gust in the night wind's sail
You're a darkroom cladded in brail

You're a clothesline bending beneath
The weight of the water you weave
The family you've yet to grieve
The spaces inside you you've yet to meet

You're a windswept, wandering fiend
Playing you're flute to the stream
To the time of the sinking clouds
Melting like wax to the ground

You're drape of the fertile dune
The glow of the cape 'neath the lilac moon
You're the jewel in the Byzantine ring
You're the sway as the lily pads sing

You must be the notes beyond the scale
The colours beyond the pale
The gust in the night wind's sail
You're a darkroom cladded in brail

You're a clothes line bending beneath
The weight of the water you weave
The family you've yet to grieve
The spaces inside you you've yet to meet