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