Treasure Island

Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

A better focus in the wind tonight


There’s a better focus in the wind tonight
My soul has lost altitude
My heart is in the eye of a storm!
As my senses, are touched by lightning.

Oh there’s a Russian gypsy
And she’s bewitched me
Like Rapunzel at her wheel…
But she’s not imprisoned.

She’s as wild as the wind
And I’m afraid she won’t wear my ring…
Or even worse she will…
And never be happy, just staying, still.

Oh there’s a better focus in the wind tonight
Should I be lonesome in this tower?
Or should I make her my bride my gipsy bride
And travel the length and breadth of lightning.
Of; lightning in the fulcrum of a whirlwind.

Oh my soul is gaining altitude
As my heart sees a rainbow band of gold
Where Rapunzel wears a pretty dress…
And I promise you that is just a prelude.

Oh there’s a Russian gypsy
And, she’s bewitched to me
Like Rapunzel at her wheel…
But she’s not imprisoned, and neither is her man.

Submitted: Saturday, September 28, 2013
Edited: Sunday, March 23, 2014

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