When passing angels through the crowd
The future is present, the past is now
Drops of bloody agony flow
From a thorny quivering purple prose.
When acting on my best behaviour
Passion is the love I savour
Blindness and madness come together,
Designs for freedom, designing for pleasure.
In vintage times the folklore grew
When sounds of silence filled the room,
I would float with my feet, through city streets
Down to squares where crowds concrete.
A billowing Vesuvian mushroom cloud
Head to toe in ash endowed
Among human hearts the heartache survives
It’s the best kept secrets which the soul divides.
Curtains of darkness veil the midnight sun
In a restless speed with the damage that is done,
With musical memories in starlight hues
Stolidity remains in a forsaken muse.
For my cousin Belle. I love you!