Pink – Pamela Sackett

In a field of one outstanding rose
where they tell me
nothing there could grow

I trust my nose
the aromatic breezes tell me it is
pink

if you tell me
you can’t see it there
that you think
the field I speak of is bare
I don’t dare
I don’t dare
tell you that

I can hear
the petals whispering
telling the big field outrageous things
do you think
the rose would do that
if it wasn’t there?

but I could be dreaming it
is it real or a frenzied fit?
just a figment, just a notion
visions are a crazy potion
who should I believe—you?
or what I perceive?

In a field of one outstanding rose
I will stand beside it
I will go
cuz I know
what I know is
what I know
not what I don’t

if you don’t come with me
I’ll be sad
I can go alone
I’m not mad
I’m not mad
I’m not mad
but maybe a little

I can hear the petals
dance and sing
fluttering about
like they had wings
do you think
they could fly?
oh could they fly?
I think they think

but I could be dreaming it
is it real or a frenzied fit?
just a figment just a notion
visions are a crazy potion
who should I believe—you?
or what I perceive?

In a field of one outstanding rose
I was caught there sleeping without clothes
by the rose
it tickled my toes
and fluffed the field
and shook my hand

if you tell me
that just couldn’t be
that you think it’s a mere fantasy
how do you explain
the grassy imprint and the pollen on my cheeks?

I heard the rose in question
speak your name
that you were there yourself in the pouring rain
do you think a rose like that would ever deign
to intentionally lie?

but I could be dreaming it
is it real or a frenzied fit?
just a figment just a notion
visions are a crazy potion
who should I believe—you?
or what I perceive?

In a field of
one outstanding rose
where they tell me
nothing there could grow
I trust my nose
the aromatic breezes
tell me it is so

“The Visionary” painting: Mark Magill
composition, voice: Pamela Sackett
instrumental: Guy Nelson
sound engineer: Daniel Sackett