the silver princess in a beam of light
wandering the shadows of this circus floor
guarding her heart in a box of steel
the rendezvous did not occur
i was the ghost lost among your vision
you have a solid grasp on the past
while he grows older and further away
sad eyed princess,
the Beatles are gone
it doesn't take a prophet to see that he has vanished
be not a martyr in the lonsome obscurity
rise above these lowlands of flashing colors
and faithless hymns
obsession has rendered you exhausted
your prayers reduced to mere rhyme
i'd hate to see such beauty go to waste
it kills me to see the princess, or the fool
chase after the theif
while i remain, constructing monuments
of marble, of words
we are similar in that, we've descended
our tales are parallel
but pronounced the same
she broke my heart
so i didn't shave
i wrote countless poems
that only i could decipher
but i've also grown reclusive and fragile
erratic too
searching for the drifter's escape
slap my face
kiss my lips
a lover's masterpiece
in my grip
silver princess, you must see
he is gone, riding horseback through the lowlands
towards what he calls a rainbow
free yourself and dance with me
in the swimming moonlight |
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