Spirit Dancer Poem by William Mowell

Fell in love as she was leaving
God gave me her to believe in
Got up the nerve after she was gone
Living my life, but living it all wrong

Stopped to smell roses after they were dead
Found myself, after loosing my head
Realized all the signs, miles after leaving
Took the wrong exit, now the lanes I'm weaving

Found a love, after the love had faded
Found a diamond, but the diamond was jaded
Gave her a ring, but the phone no longer rang
Sent her a bird, but the bird no longer sang

A moment too late in time
A moment too early to find
I kissed her, only a ghost remained
On my mind, all has been stained

Bought her food, the food was rotten
She was there, but the world has forgotten
Footprints all around this town
Left are memories no one has found

Earth and Venus collide with might
Getting drunk, getting high tonight
When I find the footprints in the snow
No one left, and no one came though

A ghost of a memory, of the past
Fast times, Slow motion, a final cast
Fishing in the lake of broken dreams
No silence tonight, only the screams
Reality calls, but I can't answer
No one can find, the spirit dancer