Francine

You, Francine. Ooh Francine.

You see something even when you close your eyes.

I don't know what it is, only that it seems to mesmerize.

I try so hard to strain my eyes so I can see it, too.

I wanna wake up with that look on my face.

The one I see you wear and it makes me wonder:

Is it color? Is it light? 

Do you see floating lilies, or glowworms in the night?

What appears to you?

If I could, I would slip behind your eyelids while you're dreaming.

Francine, won't you let me creep unto your mind? Let me hear your symphony that's streaming.

You, Francine, Ooh.

Even when I think of your name

You feel it and place it in a picture frame.

It's there on the walls of your imagination.

Is there a door in that wall so I can come for a visit?

Francine, even a window would suffice. Just a little view would be oh, very nice.

I wanna sleep out underneath your stars. 

The ones I see that shine in your eyes when you wander.

Is it inquiry? Is it thought?

Do you feel a great connection, or solace from the swarm that you have fought?

This is a song that I wrote the lyrics to; my friend Jordan Gibby is writing the music.