You know who you areYou have this funny wayof waking me upshaking me upand taking me fartherthan I thought Id likeAnd this two way mirroris a little disconcertingbut so is your smileand I love them bothintenselyand immensleySo, hence all I ask iswe keep this simple(is that alright?)because it will get difficultvery fastwhether you can see it coming or not.So be carefulstay prayerful,and swear You know were friends till we die.Ill be thereand you'll understand(dont you?)Ill be by your sideany time you have need,might bleed,or succeed..and guaranteed -youll still have this funny way about you
the dealAlright, heres the deal you can have me any time you wantas long as Im feeling well enough.But please, no, not now;now Im still convalescing,so be gentle.Tomorrow perhaps,Ill sell.Anyway, its a fragile country up there,and Id appreciateany shardany sliverof compassion.And trust me -these dont go wasted.I bundle them gingerly, storing them ina tiny red wooden boxfor those even rougher days ahead.So as the clock makes its rounds,I take them out and look at the silver sideand I start to feel a little strength return.How else do you expect me to survive with a beast like this?How else do you expect me to wake in the morning?Still, tomorrow perhaps,Ill give it up.Tomorrow perhaps,I will sell.So heres the deal -And no, I told you already.Weve had this talk.Just please stay near, and silent,and at long last, maybewith any shardor sliverof compassionIll learn to love you someday.(As long
tellguess what?Its three in the AM(in the morning), dearand all the world is deadbut Ive got nothing morethan our conversationshalf-running through my head.I wish somedaytheyd plug me inand Id finally fall to sleepbut until that day, its these silencesIll be working hard to keeptell me theres something more to thistell me about the doorI know theres a latch in the dark, someplaceand I know theres a crack in the floorguess what?theres light at the window(heres the morning) dearand Im scared to face the world,since all Ill haveis our nightly dreamsonly barely half-unfurled.And I hope somedaytheyll keep me hereand Ill find a place to bebut until that moment, I lay here and wishyoull come to visit me.so when you comemy darling, my lightand when you come and sing-(Ill kiss your eyes and call you king)please tell me theres nothing more than thistell me abou
decayedNo clouds aboveNo rain belowNo cause for tearsNothing to show -and here he turns his head to sayI love you, dearwell be okaybut all I see is disarray.No switch to turnNo time to spareNo bestial songNothing to careand still he holds me tight todayin Decemberand in Maybut all I sense is dark dismayI dont -I dont -I dont want to -want to be trapped andstarvedI dont want tobe the oneyoull leave behindto cry alonebroken, torn, tortured, carved.but again in sweetnesswe find this tune:just let it gohell whisper softlet it goIll see you soonyet, I dont -I cant explainbut somewhere theredeep within,bitter distrust, gauging out -still I dont know whyIm withered and greysince all I know is in decay!No sight to seeNo breath for screamsNo love for youIts as it seemsand all I see is disarray
convincedDo you have any ideaof what you do to me?Do you have any iotaat all?For a few days I was convincedI loved you.But your steel-grey, unsuspecting coldnessblew it all awayinto a raw desolate desert.I still,still,long to hold you tight.I still,still,long to gaze into those hazel eyes.But a shard of an glowing emberburned me, melt me to the quickand now,and now Im convincedId rather not spendany more of my lifewith you.Do you have any ideawhat you did to me?
OrionI saw you shining bright tonightblazing forthwhere city-stained haze usually hangs.I heard you singing clear tonightsoft and lowwhen traffic and beast-howls normally play.But could you see me, darling?I was leaning against that red brick wall,beneath the skeletal shadowof a recovering winter tree.And could you hear me, darling?I was singing to you, as you shone,my soft harmony to your melodyas you hummed your lone symphony.I saw you shining bright tonightfading slowlywhere the sun came to paint over your gems.Orion, Orion,I love you, my hunter.Follow your dog-star homewhere Ill wait for youon the other side of the world.I heard your war-horn clear tonightand Ill dream of it tomorrow.