Dragonflies

This is the first you spoke of it In your black magic house in a cold damp attic Two windows stare at us like eyes Behind them December's dark early morning sky And a couple of dead trees With their ornamental stars I thought by now that I figured your head out Until now I thought I figured your body out So please help me to understand Because I love you more than anyone I wonder in what fields today You're chasing dragonflies at play My little lost girl so far away I wonder in what fields today You're chasing dragonflies at play My little lost girl so far away This is the first you This is the first you spoke of it This is the first you This is the first you spoke of it