He loved what could not love him back
He could hold it in his mind for years
A purple dress in the moonlight
But really it was someone else’s woman
A ranch road driving with two friends
But really it was the stark desolation
The dry air was not so sweet to his mind
And yet the memory was pure confection

He was drowning in thorns he thought holy
Blood drawn from the body gives life
He saw a man with his hand open
And another with his closed
Their hearts felt strangely the same
Neither holding a dove or a rose
Mountains rising inside their dreams
Pushing clouds to places no one knows

The cold is never as cold as it seems
Except when you believe something
That’s not as true as it once was
An angel flying apart from the sun
Turning back for one last look
Lonely for the need of someone
She couldn’t get him to notice
Not even a glance, not even one

He no longer felt the need for a tailor
And was comfortable in dull black shoes
Passing through his mind like insects
Mere curiosities for pretension
He prepared his table for importance
In the minds of his growing children
Yet even in cold air he held open the window
His love for her could no longer remain hidden

He was too curious to ever be lonely
Without a plane he traveled the world
He could see the eyes of pain all around
Except the one that could see it in his own
The mistake was no longer caring about time
It was like a kiss that had always been alone
But when his lips parted the sun and moon
A shivering angel asked, “Will you take me home?”