Cold rains drizzle dreary... sweeping off the sky,
Spectres pa** 'long side me... collars turned up high,
My visions are invisible and no one hears me cry.
Minstrels of destruction... rapping at my door,
Naked anvils aching... heavy hammers roar,
Their monodies of emptiness throb bleeding on my floor.
House of cards collapsing... sagging walls of wax,
Deuces in dissention... Kings with broken backs;
The Joker's lost and stumbles by, alone, along the tracks
Steeples stand dismantled... muted bells below,
Ruins quake and tremble... freezing in the snow,
The pains implode within my brain, the pale winds cruelly blow.
Prophets fill the temples... residues of tea
Highways of no entrance... tracks of destiny,
The phantoms in my nightmare dreams tell tales of running free.
Foghorns calling lonely... no one hears the sound,
Silver schooners scuttled... swirling round and round,
The bridges broke at midnight's stroke, and driftwood washed aground.
Stony seas misshapen... moonbeams painted rum,
Fingers sift the ashes... hands so cold and numb,
Incandescent candlesticks impale the sinking sun.
Smothered fires smoking... oceans filled with ice,
Hailstones slash at windows... blades from paradise,
Like tongues of hollow laughter licking wounds of sacrifice.
Flowing fields of flowers... silent harmony
Rolling river reveries... somewhere by the sea
My love, she was my daylight bliss, she once belonged to me.