Maddy
Once upon a distant time
I madly loved with you.
Other golden-voiced artists
With honey or fire on their tongues
Seemed singing just for me.
Of them all
Your voice caught my bohemian ear.
It appealed to the personna I was crafting,
Exotic enough to be interesting
But not so strange as to repel.
The voice,
The voice became another instrument.
Words were incidental to the voice.
The voice conjured images of
Medieval fairs and Maypoles,
Fluttering penants,
Children shouting and jousting in the lists.
And Maddy
A face from another time and place
All drawn together in a song.
I have fallen in love with a song
And a picture on an album cover.
How many times have I been drawn
To just a song and an image,
To little more than my own imagination
And what I make of it.
At least once.
Palimpsest 
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