If ever a quip A witty comeback Martini smiles Wry as vermouth Sultry whispers splash As snare brush jazz Taken aback Night women swoon For lost lover Lyrics lie to cover Her maiden in youth
When silence echoes Through hallways Living rooms Down yesteryears' phone lines
Seems to me all hush, Blush and gossip girls Collude like fuel For a raging fire Lit by the father Surely, to snuff my life Out.
Years I have dwelt Under earth Tread over head Magnetic anomaly Compass bearing bend
Nights I have glowed Channelling fury Fire of echoes Into soft light For lantern show
Days I have lain Wounded in pain Watching seasons stroll by Blossoms, fruit and leaves Butterly arms surround To soften, to sleep
Till axis shifts away Leaning toward you I am compass I am moth I am fruit Sleep finds me now Wishing and wanting Dreams evade The breadth of years Laid waste