just like silence breaking the golden
dawn
a concerto for the deaf comes to mind
-artwork for the blind-
drifting through time and space
a concept that could never be saved
the unconceived idea of a world
balanced by light and shade
someday i will fade away
after the long winter's slumber is
over
but it will be a wrinkle in the moment of your time...
suspended in the detour of a dream
water never goes uphill unless it gets
carried
true love never dies even after it gets
buried
the undead never live unless they find
love
your monsters will cry inside the
closet
your angels will laugh under the bed
and my phantoms
will sleep in the shadows as i become the mist of a recollection
written on the mirror in the guest
bathroom of a palace inhabited by the ghost of a forgotten lust
so when my morning shadow crosses your
face
these dreams shall rest in the silent place....new fields of
clover
