LUCY

Before the one man band.

Before the Firebird's embers.

Into the Apple's night.

Right beside the water's body.

Walk with me, woman.

Woman, walk with me.

Locked in a driving mind,

thoughts like a millstone grind

and bring me to bended knee

to mumble to my Father.

Kneel with me, woman.

Woman, kneel with me.

In sunlight of western day.

In shadow of southern evening.

Upon the village streets.

Or at the kitchen's table.

Delight with me, woman.

Woman, delight with me.

This morning I saw your smile,

and could not help but drift a while,

away from the ill at ease,

away with the Sunday breeze.

Woman, abide with me

through whatever may be.

Abide with me, Lucy.

Lucy, abide with me.