When it seems that the indoor star shines on you,
And the crowd screams for your bearing knack;
When it seems too exciting for the pounding heart,
The bearer in vanity shall be singing with pride.
Unfelt mouth water overflowing
Silent noise of the cry
The blanket now damp
A child’s play:
Jealousy, greed, fantasy
The horror of the game:
Seeming angry mob, snob, sob.
She turned on the lights on my concert stage.
While my fingers lingered on the keyboard,
She handed me her electric guitar
He dreams for an Eden…
You would be Eve and
He would be him.
And there was Eden
A dream come true.
Now, he dreams just for you
And for Adam to meet his sunset
Has the painting faded yet,
The painting that dwelt on the eye of my dwelling?
For the tears of the heavens had shed
Have speared in and tickled the colors of my painting.