Foreward: While embroiled in an intense friendship with a studio musician who longed to collaborate with me back in the mid-to-late 1990's, I was exposed to recordings from the early days of Fleetwood Mac, including the 1973 BUCKINGHAM NICKS album featuring Stevie and Lindsey, as well as some of Stevie's later solo work in the 1980's. I was beginning to wonder if perhaps I could "Find the Lindsey to my Stevie," and even though I protested whenever this friend would remind me that he really wanted to collaborate, modesty (and outright fear) prevented me from ever taking him up on the offer.
The following poem/lyrics (entitled "wintergirl") was written with Stevie Nicks' voice in my head at the time. Looking on the lines now, they are weak, simplistic and juvenile, but... Maybe the kernel of the original spirit is still locked in them, somewhere...
The following poem/lyrics (entitled "wintergirl") was written with Stevie Nicks' voice in my head at the time. Looking on the lines now, they are weak, simplistic and juvenile, but... Maybe the kernel of the original spirit is still locked in them, somewhere...
WINTERGIRL
he said
I cannot love you
til you leave your
darkness
at the door
and I said
then i’ll stay
outside
pray it don’t snow
anymore
so I sat in my
winter
and never saw a
spring
no blossoms
flashing
under butterfly
wing
no sweet summer sun
not a single one
no honeymoon croon
‘neath an autumn
moon
he said
I cannot love you
til you come inside
my world
and I said
I don’t belong
i’m an ice and
crystal
winter girl
