In the hot bed of still life a chance was made into a dream
And within that realm of superficial ideology
Your breath tenderly touched my cheek.
Be liked-minded, they cried as I slept and
Revealed the innermost desires of your brain.
Hold forth and create an opportunity before
The end can justify its existence.
Yet by the power that lies deep within a heart
And the loneliness that enwraps itself around you
Can we not forgive to forget and learn to appease each other.
You cried last night, as I watched you sleeping and
A tear fell from my eye into the cup of your hand.
Within that grasp lay the hidden thoughts of
A thousand years; yet you let go, and released
It into the unknown, out, out to the far away land.
A soft bellow of pain fell from your lips
As if a razor had been cast across your hand
And a glimmer of blood careered downwards
Towards the gates of hell that lay on the floor
Wide open and expectant, like a giant mouth
Angry for food like your eyes, full as
A moon on a crisp winter’s night.
If it wasn’t for the fact that there is love
Hanging in the air, a Chinese lantern,
Then you would not be able to see me
Untrue lies mask the depth that is in your sky
Unfortunate apparel clings to your skin as if
Wet with a natural disaster. Keep on the hunt
As Steed would do when in the room with Emma Peel,
And never give up the occasional smoke for
Freedom, which is no longer an existential reality.
So hang low, and allow your feet to drag for now,
In the distance there is a chance for another dream,
And you can learn to drive towards it, at last
When you breathe.