(Thanks for touching my heart… Stevie Nicks)

She paints in crimson

Her words give us a glimpse in

Into her world

The sea of words that she’s swirled

She was born to be a poet

Though she did not know it

She’s touched so many with her art

She writes and sings of matters of the heart

From the very beginning

Her stories were told through singing

Singing for the things that money can’t buy

She understands all the reasons why

Why our great loves and our affairs

Live in our hearts throughout the years

She paints in colors

Images so vivid, unlike any others

Her reoccurring themes

Wraps around her visions and her dreams

If you read between her lines

So much more, you will find

She knows of darkness and of light

And the ghosts who keep us up at night

She’s found a home on the stage

With the voice of an ancient sage

Her wild heart flows like fountain

She’s our lady of the mountain

Lady of the sea

Lady of the sea

(For Stevie Nicks, Dave Stewart, and “In Your Dreams”)

For everything is not as simple as it seems

Inspiration fuels many fires and ignites all of our dreams

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They had both come off one of their driest spells

They had to dig much deeper to get the water from their wells

But the beauty of their magic is like a painting that compels

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He came with some simple chords and danced into her home

Together they created sweet music from many of her poems

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She was reminded of how things were back in the day

She hoped her songs and her stories would show the world another way

For so many years she had danced across stages like an actress in a play

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The way they worked together, she found her spirit suddenly awaking

For the passion that brought them together was magic in the making

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Beauty in the giving

Magic in the making

Beauty in the living

Magic in the making

Ah ah ah…..sweet magic

Her dreams…sweet magic