Butterflies

A return to a seaside resort brought back images of an event that I'd mainly forgotten with the force of a blow. This song, based on a poem I wrote in 1988, features an altered-tuned (D,G,D,F#,B,D) finger-picked acoustic guitar and single vocal, and was written and recorded on 15th July 2005. Lyrics: (Al Stravinsky) Verse 1 From lighthouse, hovering birds and August sun Hang the spokes of memory's web, unspun. Gathering up the ghostly yarns, I catch butterflies from another time. Verse 2 She takes me dancing through the foam, Past fishermen mending nets of their own. Fleeting, keeping one step ahead As 'round and 'round the ragged rocks I'm led. Middle8 A flashing eye and then sunrise, On that stony bay; Sandy hair and salty kiss, And a love that somehow slipped away. Verse 3 The squeeze of her hand tears me away To a new love on an August day; But the boy left for dead in that ancient place Now pins me down and slaps my face.