Alas She No Longer Bears Her Heart Upon My Sleeve. Poem by David Lacey

Alas she no longer bears her heart upon my sleeve.
Alas the leaves of summer no longer weave the melodies
Of yesteryear. I remember a time, a place far beyond the
Horizon, a wonder world of waterfalls.
Now, lost in an underworld of catacombs
I find myself searching for the ghost of memories fading, calling.

A thousands dreams of ether bore children forth from wine.
A single word from Rumour casts a shiver down the vine.

Spreads word as pestilence upon the mother of all
A mother that was once mine, beyond the skies of winter herald.
Beyond the emblem of the moon wallowing upon the blanket
Shallow in the sky.

Awake it's morning, a new day is dawning,
I feel like smoking away the blues.
The sky outside it's blue today
Bluer in a deeper shade
All it is I can do is fade
Claiming that I love you

All it is and nothing more
Dreamers washed out on the shore
Confused as to what their waiting for
Nothing seems as it was anymore.

Dressed in dreams a thousand colours
Fade into the blue
Dressed in silk ripped at the seams
Still it looks good on you

The sky outside is melting fast
All we can do is hope it will last
Dreamers lost upon the grass
Fading slow, Fading fast
A thousand shades within the grass
An eternity in leaps and bounds

Unfounded visions of a future surreal
Peel away the veils of colours fusing
See beyond the spectrum, Beyond the light
Bright in majesty, noble in stature,
Shimmering in rapture, Shadowed paparazzi there set to capture
His soul, set to turn the wheel on a noble soul
All it is that makes us whole they'd see thrown out to the hounds.

As gods of our domains we lay as the dogs of our own destruction
All it is that lay in a name the construction of a soul unwinding by the instant.
Unwinding in the present only to find time descending into the past,
Here complacent in confusion, wild eyes settle placid in calms
Here I lay in the palms of your hands. Take me. We’ll walk this land
Of nightmares.