I realize, now, that I cannot recall
The color of your eyes,
And have, thus, not
Looked deep into your soul.
So much is hidden
Within the iris of the eye,
Where secrets, behind the pupil,
Burst forth, in kaleidoscope color.
Perhaps I may, momentarily, gaze into them,
Through those dark windows of wonder, and
Watch, as your soul spills out and, mine, seeps in,
Swirling, together, fractured secrets, in momentary harmony.
She's out there having fun;
She's out there as the sun
Shine
Dances wittingly,
Praying. Upon my mind
The lilac drips
Dewdrop dreams. Streams
Overflow.
Rusty, rugged rocks trickle
Bloody pools
Beside my bed,
Inside my head where,
Dancing wittingly,
Sun
Shine.
There she goes again,
Into the blindin' ligh-igh-ight!
There she goes again,
Slowly, out of sight.
There she goes,
Steppin' through my door...
There she goes.
Where, I don't know, oh, I don't care!
There she goes,
Wind playing through her hair.
There she goes...
Yeah...
There she goes,
Slowly out of sight.
There she goes,
In to the blindin' ligh-igh-ight!
There she goes, again,
Out of my life...
There she goes.
I can't really think
Not straight anyway
Like a drunken fool
Stumbling on thoughts which
Happen across my path
Forced to pay them attention
Attempting to avoid them
Missing out on happier
Things I could have dreamed
The evening is still waxing
Almost waning
But there are those not yet relaxing
The stars should be visible from here
Yet I cannot see a single one
Standing beneath this light post to write
The stragglers are wandering in
Their cases closed
Music silenced
In my pyjamas
My tank top
I grow cold
Pretty, pretty pink
Pretty in pink
My ink
I think
Won't sink
Ice rink
Skaters
But waiters
Those haters
Fate errs
In favor
Of longing stares
Of useless wares
Human couples like
Most creatures
In pairs
Don't look at me
I'm lonely
And it's only
A matter of time
Working backwards
Like a child
Lost
Hungrily looking for home
Or the detective searching
Eager for clues
As the coroner picks
Through bone
I hope to find
Words which write
This life inside a poem
When, twisting, twilight wanes,
As, rumbling, clouds of bane,
Filled with listless echoes,
In vain,
Upon this tenderized,
Aching heart, rain,
I'll sing
In sane,
Masqued, melodic memory
Of echoes,
And pain.
Where has gone
My sense of wonder
When I would look
Upon the world
Gazing in
Amazing myself
With possibilities
Of hope?
I long to feel
Bounding
Smothering
Soft and warm
That life-light inside me;
But everything is cold
And hard.