Illinois

Somewhere among the cornfields,
The one track towns, all brown,
Breaking the lines on the map.
Somewhere in the pale Lowlands
Of Illinois, my windswept heart yearns
For the Beauty of one who lives there.

She never leaves me. For despite the miles
Her ivory smiles and sapphire eyes
Light up the darkness surrounding me.
In the middle of the night I call her name.
My hands crave the warmth of her touch,
My soul the stillness of holding her close.
The Autumn winds hit heavy on the Plains
Blowing her crimson hair across her face.