"Mystic Maiden"

Words & Music by James Nihan


She reads an English version of old Persian poetry
Whispered words like hummingbirds fly through the heart of me
A wisp of smoky ribbon rising from a stick of myrrh
Curls up in the corner as if listening to her

She stands before a mirror; I can hear her humming low
Her ivory skin grows amber in the candle's flickered glow
The paraffin is melting and I know the way it feels
As dark cascades of brushed-out braids tumble to her heels

In this place true love dwells
Her eyes dance and my heart leaps
The black magicians cast no spells
And the storyteller sleeps

My mystic maiden flies in laden down with gifts for me
An earthen flute, an arrowhead and sherds of pottery
In pupils of obsidian beneath unblinking lids
My love brings reflections of the ancient pyramids

She smiles as if to warn me then upon me lays her hand
And sends me through a portal to a palace where I stand
The columns carved in butterflies that flutter in the stone
And I'm as free as I can see and willing to be shown

In this place true love dwells
Her eyes dance and my heart leaps
The black magicians cast no spells
And the storyteller sleeps

She reads an English version of old Persian poetry
Whispered words like hummingbirds fly through the heart of me



Published by Composure Music (ASCAP)
Copyright 2008









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