Pagãn - The Tling-Tsi (A Perfect Mate)

The night is quiet
But I cannot sleep
Tomorrow waits
Strains at the bars
There'll be no harvest
No sow nor reap
Thoughts dissipate
In the gleam of the stars

I see the murder streak across the sky
And I hope that maybe some day
One of them will catch me in a pearly eye
And land on my windowsill out of the grey

I've waited for so long
It seemed that odds were against me
I'd wait a thousand years for them
To come down and meet me
I'd be the perfect mate
Caught up in a flight of fancy
For such crows are men at night
And they are called the Tling-Tsi

I see the shape in the backyard
Flex, tense, stretch
He's preparing to change
And I'm thrilled, though it's strange

I slide open the window
Ooh, and he dives in to take me
Ooh, he's so beautiful now
And I will do what he'll ask of me

Written by:
Page Maitland

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