Dreaming of Clare


Skate (4:22) – Jim Fidler (©2014 Jim Fidler)

It seemed so long ago.
She was there and then, she was gone.

And now, as the rest of the world seems not to care about much of anything,
He has only the memories:
a soft whisper,
A gentle touch,
And those eyes;
Those eyes.

It seemed to him that those were the only eyes that had ever really seen him.
Would he ever see them again?

Soon, time for tea.


Composed, arranged and performed by Jim Fidler

Recorded, mixed and mastered, by Jim Fidler, at the Roots Cellar, St. John’s, Newfoundland.

Illustration by Don Hynes

Graphic design and image realization by Lillian Fidler

Artistic concept by Jim Fidler


While all the other children played their silly games of hide and seek and trick or treat,
Her only desire was to walk on the moon.

Even when she had grown,
She would look, longingly,
From the window of her bedroom loft,
Up at her glowing heart’s desire.

Then, one very frosty winter’s day,
When the entire ocean had completely frozen over,
she thought she would just strap on her skates and have a go.