Since I’m expecting twins in June, I have a short window of opportunity to travel before I become too huge to be comfortable. Years ago, we lived in downtown Seattle, and our love for that city has never waned. We just returned from a wonderful week-long trip full of romps about town with our kids and reunions with dear, old friends. I came back home feeling rather in a funk, missing Seattle with my whole heart.
About 18 months ago, I started writing lyrics for a song about my favorite city. One day, my talented song-writing hubby will set it to a melody. For now, it’s an appropriate project to post while I pull myself out of vacation sickness.
SONG FOR SEATTLE
From her alleys to her valleys, I love this place
A weeping banner, glowing towers, the contours of her face Portage Bay, Ravenna, and the places I can’t remember Our own dear gemini we conceived that last November
History told in lava and in angles
Soft rain like a million tiny angels
Pleasantly, incessantly . . . .
They’ve called you the Emerald City, but to me
You’re verdigris

Walk from Pike Place to the water and a ferry bound Give my soul up to the sea air and the colors of the sound Exile in Appalachia never altered me– Living in a distant octave, singing in your key Yearningly, adjourningly . . . They call you the Emerald City, but to me You’re verdigris
(c) 2009
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