My good friend, the talented Jordie Lane- singer/song writer of Melbourne and Pacific troubadour- has recently fashioned one of my poems into a beautiful and classic song. Check out his Soundcloud and pick up any of his albums- including the new EP ‘Not Built to Last’.
http://www.jordielane.com
(photo by Luke David Kellet- from Jordie Lanes album ‘Sleeping Patterns’).
~ Here She Comes ~
Here she comes for me;
Like a knife in the dark,
Like death from above,
I bled for this shark.
Here she comes for me;
Like the flowers in spring,
Like tears in the ocean,
I’ll take what she brings.
Here she comes for me.
Here she comes for me;
Like the moon for the tide,
Like rain for the earth,
My heart opens wide.
Here she comes for me;
Like a bird on the wing,
Like a snake for the kill,
Like a queen for the king.
Well here she comes for me;
Like death on a steed,
Like a needle of love,
She’ll take what she needs.
Oh here she comes;
This nectar of fruit;
The firing squad wait….
…The order to shoot.
Oh here she comes.
Here she comes for me;
That blade in the dark.
That knife called love,
Has just found its mark.
Here she comes.
Here she comes.
Here she comes.
Benjamin W Wild © 2005