WisteriaDrapedWishingwells

Blue light crystal, indigo, violet
The midst of heaven and the midst of twilight
Through a gate of storm to enter night
A heartfelt vigil, candlelight
That shining light quite violet blue
They say its not its indigo
On indigo the heart bleeds red
The heart beats true its heartfelt dread
Crystal clear so indigo blue
A thumping heart its madness true
And deep rage feeds that violet red
Emotions flood the watershed
Oh indigo so silent, sad
Violet blue on riverbed
Green stalactites so coldly know
Skyward high that jade will go
The sky will start the lake will stop
The deep blue water mountain top
Indigo and bright violet, green
Water, sky, tautology
Blue light crystal purples there
Within the midst of sunrise share
The deepest greens unearthly quiet
Crystal blue and indigo violet

In solace stance, solitary knows
To skip the vice of man's repose
Across the hall into the den
Major mountain molten friend
Simple fete that soul advance
In wicked games of circumstance
In chains of truth and honesty
Release the hounds oh Smithers, please
Trick the light from night to day
Beg the flames to go away
Into the day of dustball dreams
Between what is and what it seems
A heart it beats quite madly so
That one who sees yet doesn't know
Missed the thought of his regret
One who saw will not forget
Across the hall into the den
Major mountain molten friend
And what of silence, sweet refrain
From the thunder in the rain
Within the years sweet ignorance
A nameless face, malevolence
In heart pain echos loud and long
Years forgot, unknown, gone

Full moon flickers shadows vain
Hazy, dancing, memory lane
Some things here never ended
Why must it ever be remembered
Not cruel or kind, there's only bliss
That it ever surfaced, hit or miss
Sublimely haunting, sweet and sad
Full of hopes both good and bad
Starshine moonglow footsteps heard
Within the sanity, absurd
Inside a mind so broken down
Outside the dream some souless drown
To hold a thought a silence true
Should be an easy thing to do
But footsteps too the heart can break
Within the innocence they take
Moonglow hides a heart so sad
Starlight salves the wounds so bad
Full moon flickers shadows vain
In earthly toil down memory lane

Triangle fenced, the grass so green
Leafs that fall to ground unseen
Branches bent hear childish things
And stay to view the childhood dream
A solitary place so safe
And childhood is a saving grace
He is there yet he's unseen
And she lives in that quiet scene
The silent witness does not know
How far through years a moment goes
And rushes on, yet no regrets
When life has laid the dream to rest
To see the face that she forgot
In years, when silence was her lot
Existing with it in the mist
Of memories her mind resists
Grass was green, it smelled so sweet
The sky was blue, the water deep
Within it lived a face so kind
An image etched into the mind
Upon her back the sky she sees
Not what has been nor what will be
Just sees what is, a moment lone
It and it in someone's home
Look to hills and dream away
Another place, and time and day
And he is there and she is too
No waking up to awful truth
Triangle fences all pulled down
Leaves that fall without a sound
Branches bend to empty ground
He went away, she can't be found

Where did she go, that angel fair
Her deep green eyes and auburn hair
Her mother lied, her father too
Was such a shameful thing to do
She watched her face and knew she'd die
And never did she ask them why
Her rag to head and face so drawn
The end to life to death forlorn
She did not know and did not ask
Why her life too was fading fast
She did not know, few children care
When days seem long and life seems fair
Yet all around things seemed amiss
And many truths spelled bitterness
Music made the stars to touch
Yet also turned those dreams to dust
Life was simple, trim and true
She never did what she ought to do
And in the mind one picture stayed
The woman that one saw that day
Did she live or did she die
And was there any reason why
Did they laugh or did they cry
Did they speak truth or did they lie
Death can take so many forms
Can be in heart and not at all
And when they speak some cannot tell
A life lived true a life lived well
Where did she go, that angel fair
And did the neighbours really care
Or was it curiosity
That made them really want to see
So both were lost to life so true
Familiar between the two
That one met death, the other stayed
Didn't matter much, all memories fade
When everything's nothing, all is lost
and no one stops to count the cost
She looked at she, she looked at her
She saw the child that they deferred
She saw the child she never said
What she thought of all of it
She saw the woman time forgot
She saw the lady, Camelot
And on it went their separate ways
Time and Time and time again
And on and on in sunshine rain
From time to time she sees her face
Where DID she go that angel fair
They don't know or rightly care
I don't think she was ever there
I wish to know yet I don't dare

Blue stream mountain dust
See the truth, the wonderlust
Watch the rain it falls from sky
I wonder where, I wonder why
Deep dark track it leads to where
Through the brush and down some stairs
Touch the leaves all brown and green
Patterned bark around the trees
How long to be this forest fair
How long to be a person there
Keep a secret not in vain
Safe from every harm and pain
Let dreams soar in peacefulness
Get on with life in restful bliss
Why is it they are not like them
Certain danger they befriend
So smoke pours out the mountain top
In a place where time forgot
Where man once walked the forest green
And greed was absent never seen
They walk a track that leads to where
Through the brush and down the stairs
They know this place they know it well
They keep it safe they'll never tell

Nameless, Faceless

Where is it, father, that you went
I will not cry I won't regret
If I saw you no matter what
Ignore the sin it's all forgot
I am you, but you're not me
Don't take a genius to see
That I'm not you but you are I
Believe in love ignore the lie
Why is it that you thought to do
The one thing I would live to rue
Why is it that you did that thing
and caused the sadness that it brings
Where was the conscience on that night
that helps us see the wrong from right
Where was the sensibility
that helps to guide morality
I wonder what it was deferred
that you could do that thing to her
I wonder what it was, you see
that made you lose humanity
I try to make you human too
ignore the thing you chose to do
I build you up, I tear you down
it's just so tough this shaky ground
I get an image in my head
the same one that she must forget
I have a thought inside my brain
It's one she fought to try and tame
So wild and angry deeply so
the things I hate yet need to know
And so I ask the empty void
I hope that you will fill with noise
I wonder who you are some days
and others I just wish away
the thoughts of you and who you are
I can never know and that's bizarre
That you are me and I am you
leaves me feeling rather blue
That I am you and you are me
is one of my life's tragedies

If I were you and you were me
What is it that you think I'd see
Would I see truth would I see lies
Such tragic things those alibis
Would I see heart and vanity
tied up with bows of sanity
Would I see all your wisdom too
or all those things that fractured you
What is it that I'd take away
from your future, yesterday
and can it last the journey through
those simple things and lead to you
I wonder what it is I'd see
would I see hate, depravity
And if I did what would I say
and if I did, well, would it pay
To speak the truth to speak my mind
to hang around so long this time
And would you voice the sentiment
that so portrays your bitterness
Could I handle you alone
you strip me back to skin and bone
and when you're done you kick me down
then I can't seem to hold my ground
I don't know what it is in you
that makes me write the things I do
I don't know where it is you went
that made you so malevolent
I wish you weren't but you are though
Someone I wish I didn't know
I know it's sad and such a loss
But you'd be better just forgot
Your bitterness, a deep dark well
enduring you, a living hell
Survivng you, I will attain
somewhere between the hurt and pain
If you were me and I were you
what is it that I'd want to do
Would I love you like you love me
I don't think you would want to see

Mirror Mirror on the wall
Will I stand or will I fall
Mirror Mirror speak to me
childhood is no fun you see
Geogie Porgie he just lied
Mary's lamb, it up and died
Three blind mice, they headed west
Mad Hatter robbed the Robin's nest
Jack and Jill confuse me so
Tom Thumb I don't really know
Rapunzel has such long blonde hair
They cut mine off, that wasn't fair
Humpty he fell off the wall
He wasn't pushed, was just a fall
When I fell they all laughed so
I have no help, nowhere to go
Jack Horner he stuck in his thumb
I tried it too, was really dumb
When he did that, they thought him cute
When I did that, I got the boot
What is it that I'm supposed to do
I am a girl not Little Boy Blue
They smile when he just blows his horn
All I get is angry scorn
Send Pied Piper, come and play
I really want to go away
Upon a horse of dapple gray
Poisoned apple, make my day
Mirror mirror tell me true
Am I anything to you
When I grow up will I be strong
If I grow up will I belong

When I was nine you were to me
Everything a man should be
Deep brown eyes, and dark brown hair
I thought of you and you were there
I was pushed to near and far
And being a kid was very hard
I clinged to you, I held you tight
Inside my heart in deep of night
I wished for you most every day
That you would come take me away
I thought on you so much you see
I was so sure that you'd love me
Some years did pass and I forgot
the man I came to love a lot
Forgot his face his kindly eyes
they hid deep down inside my mind
When life is tough you lose your hope
you soon forget the truths you know
Crush your spirit, bury your dreams
when life becomes not what it seems
I wanted love I think that's true
yet I didn't do what they wanted me to
Blood is thicker than the water
and H2O don't make a daughter
So I went out on my own
and tried to make it all alone
I met a guy and got messed up
never knew when enough's enough
Was looking for someone I once knew
I looked at him, mistook him for you
It seemed that I had still forgot
the man whom I once loved a lot
Then one day it came back to me
I know you, where have you been
Oh how I do remember you,
how deeply I have missed you so
You were the balance in my life
You were my shelter from the fight
With nothing left to do but cry
to find your face I'd shut my eyes
I wondered what it was in me
the silhouette I'd always see
I didn't know the why, wherefores
I couldn't work it out at all
Until I saw your face again
My childhood strength, my long lost friend
The source of childish hopes galore
You are what I was searching for
You never ever saw my face
and never even knew my name
I do not miss you any less
the hero of my happiness

Soprano singing heavenly notes
ethereal reaching to my soul
Baritone shakes my spirit fair
divine vibrato waiting there
I'm standing here I'll wait a while
'til they bring out the Matinee Idol
and in his role, I know he'll do
a flushed and hurried Romeo
Awesome standing in the wings
awaiting passion that they bring
makes my spirit there to soar
and once they're done I'm wanting more
Don't matter if it's bleak and sad
or if the story's weak and bad
the music always carries through
anything they try to do
There in the audience we sit
and get involved we can't resist
to watch it flop or be a hit
they never know, game's hit and miss
And then we cheer as he jumps round
we're going to laugh when he looks down
We get caught up, the space between
what they meant and what will be
The girl she's always fair and fine
and Romeo's got to take the time
to rescue her, whatever else
no matter injury to self
And more we laugh as he looks up
to speak with beauty, butter cup
and she goes on to break his heart,
his world slowly falls apart
We sit there so enthralled with it
this play, potential Broadway hit
And soon we find we're out of time
have to leave the dream, sublime
A tragic end was what was met
by Romeo and Juliet
Then the curtain closes in
the end of him and heroine
In future, others we'll enthrall
we knew him when he was small
We saw him as an unknown
he's one of us, he is not foreign
Soprano sings some heavenly notes
and it is time for us to go
Baritone shakes my spirit fair
as I leave the magic there

Remembering to Forget

The pool is black and memories long
the need for fishing, deep and strong
So you cast away with rod and reel
tackle the memory, old man and the sea
Sometimes you chase it for days on end
forgetting if memory's foe or friend
and gaze at the cliff tops above you there
look back at the water and try not to fear
Then one day you hook it, think you have won
damn thing slips from you, know you're not done
and you wonder if fishing was like this for he
the man on the water, old man and the sea
It is not rewarding your great expedition
turning your back on it breeds your suspicion
that if you walk out on it you'll never know
what lies in the water, black water of soul
Is it a giant yeah giant old carp
or is it a mermaid whose playing a harp
Will you be happy if its brought to mind
can you reconcile, the thought you might find
You hook it again, it cries and it wails
so deep in your mind it fights and it flails
Once again to be free in the streams of old
to languish in silence, black waters of soul
Let it sink to the bottom and never be caught
The truth? A dead memory can never retort
to anything living and take peace from here
just leave it behind you, in dark water there
What was it imagined as you cast your line
Did thoughts fill the void of silence sublime
What is it you're trying to speak, Hemingway?
You went fishing too and it turned out this way?

Divide & Conquer

Eye to eye and face to face
simple thoughts no saving grace
Knees to grass and palm to palm
recite the rhyme and play to charm
I am you and you are me
Catch my fall, one two three
Can we do this stay alive
I hope we can, three, four and five
Face to face and eye to eye
find the truth within your lies
Palm to palm and cheek to cheek
was it you or was it me
Daddie's girl was number four
even though he slammed the door
Never wanted number three
should have been a girl, you see
So unplanned was number two
and what a dreadful thing to do
Play them off with number one
they won't win, all said and done
You are me and I am you
peas in pods were one and two
Cold malice was in their eyes
Three and four, there was no five
Eye to eye and face to face
We never found that saving grace
Recited rhymes and played to charm
Knees to grass and palm to palm

What is she doing in my loft
she should go home but she forgot
Watching me as I type away
she's here at night she's here at day
Tic tic tic, tapping of the keys
fairy-dance of thoughts you see
White paper, splashing words of ink
plot to thicken as he thinks
Hear the bell ting at the end
another line he has to pen
His mind is faster than his hands
thoughts collide, creative man
Sip of wine to loosen up
moves his arm and spills the cup
scarlet hits the paper white
glistening drops, spessartite
Beneath the sheen, candle glow
nightmare thing, such a blow
now white paper has turned red
headache pounding in his head
Words of black have turned to brown
rubs his sweating, furrowed brow
now he has to start again
typewriter is not his friend
Ideas go loose in wasted hours
his love of writing starts to sour
when trying to regain ground he lost
he looks to window sees a moth
He narrows in to take a look
pretends he's staring at a book
Why is she here that child lost
why is she up there in my loft
Opens window frees the bug
grabs his wine, another chug
glances at reflections there
within the window, her dark hair
Why is she staring down at me
what is it that she wants to see
Why will she not go out and play
should I get up send her away
He stands to feet turns off the light
makes his way out into night
and listens out for her to leave
to go back to her family
And once she's gone he then returns
both ends of candle he will burn
to fix mistakes to make it right
and get the play to opening night
One winter she just wasn't there
through the glass vacant stares
no more into his loft to stray
empty misty window panes
Why did she leave he doesn't know
or did they up and make her go
and will he see her face again
he thinks as words he starts to pen
Its all geared up for opening night
the play that he took months to write
and once its done he'll start some more
he thinks during the curtain call
Then summer comes and autumn too
and winter comes with all her blues
then decades past and he's forgot
the little girl once in the loft

Black clouds, homestead
voices talking in his head
Blood rushes too and fro
house is bathed in fire glow
Chase the dream inside his mind
make him wish for other times
before his soul got old and black
before there was no coming back
Up the stairs, along the hall
humanity dies, takes a fall
In sanity he'd rather die
than ever hurt his sweetiepie
He gazes on her as she sleeps
her perfect little angel feet
hair shimmering, midnight hour
innocence he must devour
Monster looming in the glow
in places she don't want to go
and yet she will, she cannot help
she cannot speak, she cannot yell
Cold as steel inside his heart
dreams that tear his mind apart
Was she her or was she she
he cannot tell, he is not he
The deed is done she cries and sobs
he says he's sorry, says a lot
and tucks her back into her bed
those voices screaming in his head
Down the stairs along the hall
avoids the portraits on the wall
Accusing looks as he walks by
they know the truth, its in his eyes
Out the door onto the path
this kind of thing it has to pass
in black clouds at homestead
with voices screaming in his head
Chase the dream inside his mind
makes him wish for other times
He wishes he could just go back
before his soul got old and black
He gets the key unlocks the door
he will not hurt her any more
Into the bach, a gun to head
she's better off if he is dead

No Reason or Rhyme

A fool for his deception
seeing truth within his lies
A little girl in waiting
thinking love was in his eyes
I suppose she never saw it
He'd never let her see
His love lived like a taxi ride,
the fares were never free
Unsure of where he'd take her,
the pressure way up high,
and love was never rescued,
the stranger passing by
Nothing from within him,
the fear came from his life
Afraid of what's not waiting
that life would pass him by
Afraid of growing older
Afraid of growing weak
from anybody needing
his love, he couldn't speak
with words that we were needing,
his arms to set us free
We got nothing ever after, still,
we've tea and sympathy

I once thought I saw a likeness of mind
In Montresor who lived way back in time
Yes I could go a Fortunato
There's been a pipe of Amontillado
I think I know what Montresor meant
When he ranted and raved and got on his bent
Fortunato was a garrulous fool
Yet he didn't know it and thought he was cool
He taunted and spoke so very verbose
Montresor headed to thoughts that were gross
And somewhere they met, I guess in the middle
And started this creepy outrageous old riddle
Montresor, sanity, Fortunato
and ever elusive Amontillado
in caves and in darkness the two of them went
so Montresor could get along with his vent
Of Masons and sorrows was Fortunato
he had not seen any Amontialldo
But Montresor counted on his buddy's vice
the need to be smarter, and so he was nice
Invited him down into old catacombs
knowing in hours it would be his tomb
Fortunato was stupid and so up himself
did not see it coming and so couldn't help
falling into the trap set by old Montresor
and while they were walking he kept drinking more
When they got where they went to he was very drunk
did not notice those chains as they clinked and clunked
Before he knew anything he was chained down
under water and nitre so deep in the ground
Montresor busied himself with a trow
and ignored Fortunato who pitifully howled
for help and for mercy from old Montresor
but he felt no compassion, he just smiled more
"Spare me my life in the name of Lord."
"Shut up, Fortunato. I'm building a wall."
"How did I offend you? Oh please spare my life."
"You did not offend me I just want your wife."
No, he didn't say that, slight chuckle, ya know?
But you got to feel pity for Fortunato
He upset Montresor and so it did go
that Poe wrote the horror, Amontillado

speak from the darkness
hoping he'll hear
beg for remembrance
allay the fears
wave a hand glibly
can throw it away
words don't mean nothing
tomorrow today
much adoration
for what he once was
thinking the feelings
the feelings because
memory is something
you can't push away
live with it ever
tomorrow, today
thinking he'll hear it
maybe he won't
perhaps he can't listen
perhaps he just don't
heart's pounding loudly
thoughts they do flood
ever remembered
sweet heaven above

Drunken men find fault with silence
Swag around in mire and violence
Two seconds blind cut off his ear
and where is he? He is not here
Pictures play inside the fall
pretty tunes not here at all
Thumping truth just breaks his mind
and go back there? He's out of time
To speak the things he meant to say
look forward to a brighter day
Dreams drowned inside a wiskey cup
went so far down and out of luck
And who was he and who were you
two lives entwined in ridicule
both playing out your game of rhyme
the test of truth, the test of time
You stayed too long and wanted more
and so you both created four
A heart you see, the truth does break
cos it was just your last mistake

Twin Bridges Road

Walk a road once known well.
Hear the truths of tales it tells,
yet just to me my deepest secret,
within my heart, that's where I keep it.
Trees are high, yet shadows small.
Day drifts by, fulfilling, forlorn.
True love was never quite so stange
freedom's wings soar yet reality tames,
their sense of flight for simple things
time passes on and tears do sting.
There's seasons and they always change
all through the years, despite the pain.
Want to hold on and never let go,
as I walk along that old shingle road.
Twin bridges. Twin ties. Alibis,
under midnight moon, in childhood times.
Green grass hides the truths we find
and bittersweet the endless tide
of time sweeps dreams and splendor away
to a future time or a bygone day.
Wherever to? I do not know,
can't find it, even though I go
and look for it and look for you,
but the seasons change, they always do.
Time rushes in and sweeps away
dreams of thoughts of yesterday,
never to be found again,
for me and her, my long lost friend.

Empty Spaces of My Father's Heart

River runs high, river runs low
within my mind, inside my soul
up in the air and on the ground
water's deep, cannot be found
love that's true, love that's free
truth that's you, truth that's me
river breaks banks of heart
can't stop it there, it's gone too far
river's dread, my deepest fear
the water's black and I am there
in front of you, inside your mind
up way ahead and left behind
the current springs across the rocks
taking me and you're forgot
by everything the river takes
across the rocks, dreams it breaks
smashing them to smithereens
wrecks the truth, or so it seems
wish you'd leave me, wish you'd go
don't want to need, yet need to know
whose blood it is inside my veins
the author of my tears and shame
the river of myself at best
is it more of you or of you less
where did it come the good in me
some wilderness society?
river runs high, river runs low
within my mind and in my soul
the river runs where it will go
and in the end, who really knows?

Cold called me from Heaven you wanted to say
You wanted me there in your life all the way
Sick of wasting your time on making her see
every little thing that you want her to be
She's angry and fickle and she doesn't care
you say on the phone, on the line, such despair
So why can't you walk away, leave her behind
before you walk forward and me try to find
You're just raising hell on the phone, on the line
the dream that you're selling is a only a lie
Cigarette ashtrays they just overflow
during all of your truths, and I want to know
if the path that you're walking will lead you to me
or is it your truth is the lie that I be
Stars fall from sky and they get in the way
of all of the words that I'm wanting to say
I know I'm not her but you just cannot see
I can't be her ever I am only me
Cold called me from Heaven so easy to do
knowing my heart is still fretting for you
Puppeteer master you're pulling the strings
so cruel in betrayal with her and with me
And what would she say if she heard you this time
I'm thinking she'll leave broken dreams far behind
and you will be crying, the one in despair
maybe it's the first time but I think it's fair
that you get a taste of your own bitter hurt
that you get a dose of your own just desserts
Cos she is here with me and she heard you say
that you want me there in your life all the way
Cigarette ashtrays they just overflowed
that disconnect signal is us, gotta go!

break a mirror seven years
darkened place that's filled with fear
where heroes stand and fight in wars
and so do we with all our flaws
zepplins crash out of the air
I try to but I just don't care
where they land or where they go
don't ask me I just don't know
in zepplin dreams I felt so much
reality was out of touch
with us and all we hoped to find
we're out of luck and out of time
find fortune in your muddy trench
your lies have such a ghastly stench
dreams crawl in ashes, wonder why
no honesty , it's just all lies
and what is truth I hear them say
just kiss it off, another day
keep the enemy at bay
cos it doesn't matter anyway
in shades of dreams a kiss of life
and just as well and right on time
and all your thoughts disgust me so
sometimes I wish I didn't know
the depths of soul to which you sink
and utter crap you sometimes think
so set in stone your own ideas
and nothing is as it appears
you lift me up and let me down
and sometimes you just ain't around
so what am I to make of that
I just don't know and it's a fact
you say you care and then you go
you say you will and then say no
and crawl in trench of truthly mire
burn my worth upon the pyre
then zepplins fall out of the sky
you look to me and then ask why
I wonder why you ask at all
why zepplins really have to fall
dreams can be just like balloons
one days yours and then they're used
by other ones as weapons sharp
to end your life to cut your heart
no salad days for us it seems
or golden years, reflecting dreams
of all we did and all we said
I cannot cry, I'm not upset
been past that place before you see
tried being what you want from me
and when I did, it's not enough
and when I cried you said, "that's tough."
so break your mirror seven years
I am numb I just don't care
what you do or what you say
it doesn't matter anyway

The Man Who Never Was

haunted by a face not seen
some sullen darkened memeory
and though it passes fleetingly
she suspects she knows it's he
he was ever deeply loved
she was blamed and ever shoved
from post to post and pillar too
and no one knew the truth of you
a shaggy dog that shook the chair
the man who followed everywhere
the guy who everyone adored
her mind your memory adorns
you hide in corners of her mind
a ghost that plays from time to time
jumps out at her in deep of night
jumps out at her somtimes, daylight
she thinks she knows who you might be
but no one else would ever see
and so she keeps the secret well
she knows that she can never tell
your face was there right at the start
when night was ever deep and dark
and when she cried no one could care
she looked around but no one's there
but one day truth it slowly dawned
about the face she never saw
and that was why she couldn't see
that it was you, it couldn't be
but somehow she just knows it was
it's not for nothing; just because
yet truth can be a mystery
something minds 'refuse' to see
because it's just to hard to take
and truth a heart will sometimes break
and so it lingers like a ghost
like something that never goes
pushing her both to and fro
twixt seeking truth; not wanting to know
not knowing is the easier thing
can't face the hurt that truth will bring
the truth will darken memories
of all her vain imaginings
that you were really what they said
the image plays inside her head
that you were kind and true and safe
though she can't dredge to mind your face

What is she doing in my loft
She should go home but she forgot
Watching me as I type away
She's here at night she's here at day
Tic tic tic, tapping of the keys
Fairy dance of thoughts you see
white paper, splashing words of ink
plot to thicken as he thinks
hear the bell ting at the end
another line he has to pen
His mind is faster than his hands
thoughts collide, creative man
Sip of wine to loosen up
moves his arm and spills the cup
scarlet hits the paper white
glistening drops, spessartite
Beneath the sheen, candle glow
nightmare thing, such a blow
now white paper has turned red
headache pounding in his head
words of black have turned to brown
rubs his sweating, furrowed brow
now he has to start again
typewriter is not his friend
Ideas go loose in wasted hours
his love of writing starts to sour
when trying to regain ground he lost
he looks to window sees a moth
He narrows in to take a look
pretends he's staring at a book
why is she here that child lost
why is she up here in my loft
Opens window frees the bug
grabs his wine, another chug
glances at reflections there
within the window, her dark hair
Why is she staring down at me
what is it that she wants to see
why will she not go out and play
should I stand up send her away
He stands to feet turns off the light
makes his way out into night
and listens out for her to leave
to go back to her family
And once she's gone he then returns
both ends of candle he will burn
To fix mistakes to make it right
and get the play to opening night
One winter she just wasn't there
through the glass vacant stares
no more into his loft to stray
empty misty window panes
Why did she leave he doesn't know
or did they up and make her go
and will he see her face again
he thinks as words he starts to pen
Its all geared up for opening night
the play that he took months to write
and once its done he'll start some more
he thinks during the curtain call
Then summer comes and autumn too
and winter comes with all her blues
Then decades past and he's forgot
the little girl once in the loft

It passed away like lightning
crashing, fading in the sky
Yet we listened and we waited
and we watched the time go by
In the dream within the moment
our reality the cost
The wind blows ever fiercly
and memorie's the cost
of the love that we once gave you
in the moments that we lost
But true, you never bought them
we offered them to you
our deepest lamentations
to the one we thought so true
Beneath the lights aglowing
not some face within the crowd
so real and vibrant glowing
and the words were screamed out loud
Pied Piper we did follow
on the trail where it would lead
We never knew a caution
all we knew was what we'd read
A hopeless situation
and the future looked so bleak
But ever we were faithful
to the one, with wisdom speak
It's good to be a youngin
and the fire's burning bright
We fight the war for victory
to make the wrong all right
But then we're getting older
and reality sets in
We cannot change the things we want
our words don't mean a thing
We wish for days so former
before we knew the truth
before all hope extinguished
and sighs, "Oh what's the use?"
We do not have an answer
so we sit back and we watch
the younger generation
fix what we have left awash
Their fires are still burning
they can bring on a change
they do not know the truth of it
this life is not a game
If the truth was not unfair
we'd whisper in their ears
"Those who care they just don't know
and those who know don't care."

Piczo