Come back to me.

On A Tuesday In Amsterdam Long Ago.

A picture of Amsterdam
Bare trees under glass
Framed in the gray and white afternoon light
Of a winter long past
When I was a raiser
To Dublin I'd roam
She was a bareback rider
Some miles from home
Come back to me
She's a carnival diver
Hung in the sky
Cutting through time like a memory
Strung on a wire
The color of anything
Fades in the air
But she is the film of a book of the story
Of the smell of her hair
                                                         Come back to me
                                                         When every thing's over
                                                        And every thing's clear
                                                        When everyone's older
                                                        And no one is here
                                                        I try to remember
                                                        A girl on a wire
                                                        Tumbling and diving above Stephen's Green
                                                        Like a kite on the air