Love Comes Alive

Every love song comes to life
Now that I have felt it
Every poet and musician
Who’ve wrote about true love
Knows how I’m feeling now

I laugh to think I used to think I was in love
When all this time
Love comes from a woman who can give it back
It comes from an angel who whispers she loves your spirit
She loves your vision
She lights you up inside with a consuming fire

I think of my friend Marcel (Lorange) who spent his life
Painting and playing guitar
Poor in spirit like me until he found the girl in his paintings
His painting “between the sea and the violin” revealed a sorrow
A sorrow greater than I could say, and I felt it in my bones as a young man

I used to wonder who you were
And why I looked to the west
As younger man, as a fool
And perhaps at times I still am
I looked upon the waves and I wondered why
I thought she came from beyond the sea
And maybe now I know

Am I losing it, am I finally losing my mind?
To try and love again after the chaos
That crashed upon the rocks of my mind
From one too many souls who never stopped to know me

And then I see your face, I hear your voice
A reminder that I must follow my heart
And find out why it skips a beat now and again
You, the woman for me, come to me
Like some kind of answer to an ancient prayer
Said to the sky in the times of hopeless youth

And here you are, like a star that appears in the sky from nowhere

But was always there
I never knew I would write again, with feeling, with passion
Your eyes inspire a million paintings yet to come

12/06/13
James Battersby