St. Stephen’s Day



The snow-chapped wind curved around you
As if it was clearing the stage
I was fixed to my spot like a tight screw
That’s how I first saw you, Renee

You were tossed like a soft figurine
Companionless, shoulders hung low
Consoling yourself with routine
Like I’d done just an evening ago

Come out, come out and play
On St. Stephen’s Day
Come see my ignorant, tender ballet
On St. Stephen’s Day
On St. Stephen’s Day

When you swing your star is unfettered
Like you’re swept in a rhapsody
So I wrote you one, though I’m unlettered
So come out, come out and see

Come see yourself as I see you
In the spotlight, so colorfully lit
Look through the eyes that renew you
And see your anomolous wonderfulness