Swimming - Arc Iris

Men traveled down winding pathways

Winding through my house

Empty cans dripping their sad days

In their wake I may be lost

One by one, they fade to the distance

Their trails evaporate

Leaving the path they breathed through me

Less clean and true than appears to be

What may strike the curious eye

And then there came the one who is

Swimming through my veins

True and clean was he

That day he drew through my house

The winding winds caught just right

In his wake, the charms at my windows

Whispered temptations at night

His drops mislaid turned to ponds and then lakes

And, through a mist of

Heavy lovers, I am, by a miracle

Drawn at once to an angel

How the weight has shifted, in my eye

Then there came the one who is

Swimming through my veins

He stays with me