Summerland
“In summer time,” my Lottie said so many years before,
“We smell perfume of flowers, thick petals on the floor,
“And each dream of day,” she whispers to the air
“We dream of lovely girls with golden hair.”
Her darkly colored curls they lie so still
Says she, “The summertime brings to the land a hill,
“That once before was broken and so dim,
“Its elegance till summer lies within.”
The rain, it patters soundly on the roof,
Outside is heard many a horses hoof
But my love Lottie does not hear the rain
Or no of the cold and poor’s pain
For my love Lottie is nowhere near hear
In Summerland where she doesn’t have to fear
Of winter or of fall or even spring
Where lying in the sun she starts to sing
Of songs that I am sure I’ve heard before
But on that life I have shut the door
To lock myself in Summerland with her
Yet memories they now begin to stir
Of times long gone that have been left behind
For touched by evil things and for the kind
In washed out skin and freckles barely seen
Of the goddess dressed up as my queen
Dear Lottie smiles but I can barely see
Maybe it’s something evil in the tea
But the room seems less like it is there
And suddenly dear Lottie’s lovely hair
Is laced up prettily atop her head
“You’re hear with me,” my lovely Lottie said
And where I am there is no rain or cold
And every inch of land near me seems old
The sun is shining brightly all around
And my dear Lottie singing is the only sound
Dear Isabel the queen of Summerland
Skips all around seeking to give a helpful hand
My dear Lottie sits under a tree with lemonade
While in the river girls begin to wade
And I sit across the river from my love
Contemplating riddles from above
I am in Summerland where no one has to die
Where all the hours just seem to pass you by
It doesn’t matter what I do or say
In Summerland with Lottie everyday
But suddenly I realize she’s all
That way across the river and I stall
And I cannot be happy when she isn’t here
When she doesn’t even realize I am here
And suddenly the leaves begin to fall
And suddenly near me there is a wall
With a door with darkness at the other end
A woman beckons to me to ascend
But I know what is behind the door
Everything that I knew before
And what is the world when Lottie isn’t there
Still, Lottie doesn’t notice that I’m here
But Lottie isn’t there behind the door
Not really sitting smiling on the floor
She’s sitting sipping sweets in Summerland
While next to her mere body I stand
She suddenly smiles sweetly ‘cross the river
And I know that Lottie knows that I am with her
Long years past leave paint within my fingers
Echoing in my head are whispers
The water fills her pores upon her face
Dripping onto her dress of white lace
And ribbons race themselves all up her back
No elegance does my dear Lottie lack
So I stop thinking of the life I knew before
And finally the woman shuts the door
And lottie and me look into each other’s eyes
And I forget that everything is lies.
