Foolish men wander
Down strange roads
And ponder
Nothing that is sane or true
Wise men will trod
On well beaten sod
And eventually step in poo

She danced in white
With rainbows in her hair
Her eyes a diamond sky

Her wings took flight
Angle's grace and serenity
Soaring high and free

Into the night
Leaving a trail of stardust
And the sweet scent of lilies in the air

There's a hole in my soul
And I cannot fill it
There's a demon in my mind
And I cannot **** it
There's a storm in my heart
And I cannot still it

"Have faith and all will be well."

Will it?

Black pools
White rain
Speckled starlight on a window pane

Whispering wind
Thunder's reply
Formless shapes of a clouded sky

Sweet rays
Honeysuckle sunlight
Warm embrace and storm's respite

Pieces of you
Scattered across the ground like broken clay
Pages of you
Spread across the room like an unfinished manuscript
Fragments of you
Fractured like a picture frame
And here I stand with a broom
Wondering where to start

Lovely Linda
With lovely locks that smell of lavender
Looking longingly at the masses
Lost in your thoughts
Lovely Linda
Never lose your lighthearted laughter
And you will never be lonely

Wet socks
Dry me
Wet socks
Dry seat
Dripping clothes
All can see
But no one knows
About my feet