wear my ring

i've tried everything

but she wouldn't wear my ring

on a ship far out to sea

at the beginning of my journey

when the clouds came in dangerously low

as though

she had somewhere else to go.

out on the freeway

she had something new to say

but I hadn't heard a thing she said;

her words kept swimming inside my head

while all the books i've ever read

didn't provide a clue

about what it was i was meant to do.

a road thru the desert proved dry and hard;

i cut the deck and played my card,

but the king of hearts didn't see the queen;

she shut the door to remain unseen.

i ran my hand across her face 

like an artist trying to find his place

on a canvas stretched across the room:

she swept it away with her witch's broom.

and still i waited to hear her sing,

but she wouldn't wear my ring.