Innocent eyes which are floating in black
Do you see the things of the world?
Do you see the quietly praying girl
As she makes love to your image and twirls
With your picture held against her heart’s sack

What as speech gently flows from her mouth
As she screams in a whisper for you
And the words paint a picture that blue
Looms over you, a tower that is missed by so few
But you are one of them as you climb on a train heading south

Down in to the darkness that’s your heart
As the light dances and cries for you eyes
To glide over to it and cry
Opening soul channels which flow in the sky
But you can not see it as you tear yourself apart

She will take you and hold your head
As you sob your fears into her chest
As your earthquake shake into her breast
As you sleep in your head without rest
But you are too fascinated with being dead

Can’t you see that your face is a cover?
To keep out the darkness inside
Where from the demons you have you can hide
And time you will in silence bide
While your soul wails to find your truest lover

Can you see as the moon softly flows
Over the pillows of your bed all alone
Grasping tightly the stiletto of bone
Will you put it in your heart to atone
For the sins that she could wash away with her glow

But you don’t see her you sing in the cave
Where the ocean laps in silent decay
Where the shadows dance ‘round and play
With the tombstones that wait for the day
You will stand up in your own heart and be brave

Do you gaze from a cliff to the cold,
Beating oceans of sand
Which cry out for you guiding hand
But one the cliff you continue to stand
Afraid that this world will wake up to find you old

Do you wait for a signal from god
As she smiles just for you in the wind
Radiant and clear free of sin
With only the ghost of a fading grin
To guide up from the ground, grab the rod

Which she hands to you at the base of the well
Drowning in all the dreams of man
Who with poetry in his chair had ran
From the mountain where he saw his own hand
And realized that he had inside him all the world could tell!

And your wracked by the shades of a shade
Of the dead men who sparkle all day
In their tomes while you bray
To the moon which has nothing to say
And she cries for you building everything you made

In your mind but had no strength to make
Your limbs to weak from the journey to here
Through the forests and bogs you held dear
With there fog and the sunsets so drear
Will you climb up now and say all these thoughts were fake?

And then collapse with a sigh in her arms
As she bathes you in ambrosia and wine
Which mix to form an acumen brine
And fade into her form sublime
Or will you keep fighting and in your throes do her harm?