Promise of Spring

She lives in a colored world
 No walls frame her home
 Blue sky lights her breakfast table
 And winter clouds rain down poems
 And storms
 Poems and storms
 She weaves with the knowledge of which stories will run dry
 And she harnesses jewel-like words from every passerby
 Sometimes she's a storm
 Bitter as the moon
 Sometimes she's the silent one
 In the shadows of her room
 Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
 And if you see her
 Tell her I'm waiting for her
 Pen poised to paper
 Like the promise of spring
 The promise of spring
 It's raining outside my window
 The sky is winter white
 And inside of this world of words and melody
 She weaves her spell on me
 She's a needle and thread
 She's a moving target
 She's a belly to be fed
 She's a wandering road
 She's a bird in flight
 She's the green beneath the snow
 And if you see her
 Tell her I'm waiting for her
 Pen poised to paper
 Like the promise of spring
 The promise of spring
 The promise of spring