She stood alone on the mountain top
Her long red hair flying in the wind
Her lean lithe body draped only in a scarf
Only barely covering her skin
She overlooked the azure sea
Didn’t look like she noticed I was there
Her face was turned up toward the sun
Her hands spread out as if in prayer
She was the goddess of the stormy island
The ruling angel of mysterious place
She drew me closer to the stormy island
But I couldn’t get close enough to see her face.
She sang to me with that siren’s voice
That shone like a beacon through the mist
I changed course and ran aground upon her shore
There was nothing I could do to resist
My ship went to pieces upon her rocks
I was washed up on the beach in tatters
Pondering my doom, I looked up at her
And when she looked down at me, nothing else mattered
She came and took me to the stormy island
That fateful place where new dreams are born
A cyclone beat down on that stormy island
But she took me and sheltered me from the storm.
Forgive me for thinking these thoughts of you
I have nothing but love and respect for you
But I have traveled through many ports for you
And through them all I still connect with you
She comes to me when I’m hard at work
When life is at its most mundane
She comes to me as I’m tuning out
When people are at their most inane
She comes to me when I’m stuck in an office
Staring at the four walls
She comes to me as I watch the waves at the beach
I can practically hear her call
These daydreams take me to the stormy island
That place where no man can go it alone
These daydreams take me to the stormy island
That dangerous place where no one should go.
Forgive me for having these thoughts of you
These less than pure imaginations of you
But there must be a reason I’ve been brought to you
Through past, present, and alternate incarnations of you.
These visions take me to the stormy island
That mystic place where I face my many pasts
These visions take me to the stormy island
Where I’m told my present life won’t be my last
She stands there waiting on that stormy island
Waiting for my ship to run aground again
She’ll stand there waiting on that stormy island
Each time my time comes spinning round again
©2023 The Hesh Inc.
This is really a song about reincarnation! Written after a series of dreams depicting the scenarios described in the lyrics, as well as experimenting with guided, amateur past-life regressions as laid out in one of the Many Lives, Many Masters books by Brian L. Weiss, MD. I was living in Philadelphia in the mid-1990s when I read these books and made some startling discoveries about where I had been before this life. (Ask me sometime.) Played on my piano and sung to the four walls in my apartment, but never to an audience.
(It must be noted that the 'goddess' herself is a fictional character—any resemblance to any real or imagined persons is strictly coincidental!)