Your'e an alchemy of stardust,
with science in your hair.
Your absence is a presence,
when I turn but your'e not there.
...
Fire up the sky with rocket sparks!
Release balloons!
Dance after dark!
Science is betrothed to Art!
...
Having spent his time
(Relatively speaking)
searching for
the one
...
Two thirty,
even the dawn chorus dreams,
and I restless awake.
Usual things;
...
Small white cloud
rolling in warm translucent hue.
Your sun bleached fingers reach out to wordless blue.
...
Portrait Of Calliope
Your'e an alchemy of stardust,
with science in your hair.
Your absence is a presence,
when I turn but your'e not there.
Your'e a ghost divine created.
You haunt in flickering light.
A mirage of timeless space,
that brings me sleepless nights.
My desires, they unfold in you,
as flowers in spring rain,
and without you.
I die each time.
Only to start again.
And so my muse,
tell me the truth,
but alas you cannot,
the closer I get to you.
The further we are
to part.