Bewitching By Design Poem by Mark Heathcote

A musical temptress who's bewitching by design
Sings to my soul, tempts my heart to burst
Oh, silver springs, they flow and enshrine me.
With harmonies sung Oh, so pretty, I'm immersed.

Listening to a voice that couldn't have sounded sultrier
In love and fairy tales, dreams of long ago
In blue-green colours that want to wed me
I'm coerced and cursed to drown in their afterglow…

In levy waters that will break and take me an abductee
I will cling to one of her bohemian skirts.
And hope she'll save me with her shawl from the debris.
Of sinking under her spell, her terse words.

That'll disturb me if she says she doesn't love me.
Oh, the intensity of her vocals will always haunt you.
Like the flashin' of the snow falling like potpourri
That given another chance could seed and hitherto-

In love and fairy tales, dreams of long ago
That grow in blue-green colours that want to wed me
Oh, silver springs, they flow and enslave me.
As I slip beneath their crystalline siren tones.

Crashing and dreaming I pray that they devour me.
And her kisses are saline sweet and salty.
Oh, again in love and fairy tales, dreams of long ago
In blue-green colours that want to wed me
I pray for the fragrance of snow,
I pray for the fragrance of snow,
I pray for the fragrance of snow falling-
Like potpourri flashin' with another chance to grow.
Bewitching by design,
By design!
By design!


Dedicated to Stevie Nicks