Sweet Skye Rebecca

You can aim for Rebecca Skye—
if you don’t find your clear blue mind,
you’ll always hit me—
as you take your dive.

There’s something in my autumn mood—
I’ve always looked with open eyes:
you hid yourself;
before I found my mind.

And I am well—
you can tell—
that she is with me now;
she’s been with me now—
not a long, long time—
but it is well—
you can tell—
that she's been with me now;
I am with her now—
not a long, long time—
and, yes, you guessed it—
“Yes”, she said—
yes, and I feel fine.

I saw you in my prayers at nine—
I couldn’t find my peace of mind:
I always loved you;
in my hidden sight.

I found you in my summer sky—
my winter hues had blown away:
it’s springtime soon;
when we will join our lives.