Valerie Dore The Magic Rain
The wind brings chimes
from aging times
I hear the cries
Alone
Blue raindrops fall
deep in a well
caught in a spell
I call
I see shadows fight alone on the ground
I see maidens calling out with no sound
I see signs in the air telling me what
I’ve found
Now I know
The magic rain
comes and goes
The magic rain
hides and shows
Ancient perfumes
A sorcerer’s eyes
are seeking dreams
In fires
There’s a man of power calling for more
There’s a magic chamber behind the door
There’s a feeling that I’ve seen this somewhere before
