IT'S A CLOUD OF WATER. IT SURROUNDS YOU LIKE A BLANKET
AND YET, IT AWAKENS YOU IN SPIRIT
LONG MEMORIES FORGOTTON, NOW REKINDLED
THOSE WONDERFUL FEELINGS OF THE PAST

I AM REBORN IN THE WATER. THE WATER MAKES ME ALIVE
SENSATIONS OF THE PAST ARE LIKE FLASHES
WHAT IS THIS I DON'T KNOW. MAYBE IT'S SOME KIND OF MAGIC
THE TOUCH OF THE HAND IS ALL I NEED TO KNOW

I STAND THERE UNDER THE STREET LIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
I GAZE UPON HER HAIR, FOR IT GLISTENS OF WATER AND OF DEW
COMPLETE SILENCE IS WONDERFUL TO EXPERIENCE, FROM HER BREATH
I TASTE HER BEAUTY BUT IT'S UNKNOWN TO HER
SO SAD THIS MAGIC AND SO IS THE MONTH OF NOVEMBER TO

SHE IS WALKING AWAY IN THE FOG BANK NEVER TO BE SEEN
OH WHAT FRAGILE HANDS SHE HAD, AND TREMBLING TOO
I ASK MYSELF AS SHE IS GOING AWAY?
WILL MY PATH CROSS HERS SOMEDAY?
YES, YES ..... LET THE MAGIC BE

IT'S SAD TO SEE THE FOG
I REMEMBER THE MAGIC. WILL IT BE LOST?
NO ... IT REMAINS FOREVER

AUGUST 04 written by Richard Quick