Regret Revisited

At the advice of a friend I shortened and revised an old poem into a song.  The full version is also on this blog.

Queen 'o' the Wisp

I can recall it even now

It was a Blood Red

                summer moon

I caught a light down at the banks

Though it rained steel chains

                from Peter’s Gates

Oh her light, it seemed

To beg me into embrace

Drawn, hypnotized by the Queen o the Wisp

She kept her hair pulled back in flames

Speaking in tongues with no need

                to explain

I watched her lift clear off the ground

Over that Delta blue

                with a starry crown

Oh how her light, it seemed

To pull my hand to her waist

Moving in time would be

the distance that we

                never could close

Lost to the wilds with the Queen o the Wisp

I don’t expect you to understand

After all, how could you,

                if not this man?

And I don’t speak her name no more

It’s a dark room

                with a locked door

Oh I’d be lying if I

Told you of no mistakes

But sometimes those words become

                the very thing

                we need to move on

Burnin’ alive with the Queen o the Wisp