Friday, August 28, 2015

Someday Monday Will Ask You To Join Sunday In The Memory Of A Dream You Never Had

go
go far away
go-until the sun comes up on your fear
and the bittersweet dreams you can’t believe turn to dust
sing a song low and hold the notes until they drip into the brew of life
let the melody ferment in rainbow villages the queen of sleep hides in the mist

go
go far away
go- so we can be set free of the blackbirds curse
and the shadow of the past you refuse to let slip into the night
sing a sin for the poets and madmen until the penance has been paid
let them come to the platform and condemn the king of fools for his sorrow

go far away stranger
to another land
wet the beak of lust and salvation
go far away stranger
roam this earth forever
learn the secret of consolation

go
go far away
go- preach to the winter winds that howl inside your mind
and banish them to a forgotten underworld you created
drop the puzzle pieces of truth into the well of yesterday
watch the ripples roll across the sky you painted for a lover in the rearview mirror

 go far away stranger
to never see me again
go away stranger

i wish to longer see me

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