In spite of my diminishing returns in the field of love
I am drawn to you
in spite of my declining belief that a 'Splendor in the Grass' moment will ever occur
I am drawn to you
in spite of my conviction that I am done with beautiful women who eat men for lunch  
I am drawn to you
like static makes a mess of the perfectly laid combover
your electric charge fires a blinding light that pulls me in like a fish on an invisible hook

I am helpless once again
I am primed for the pain
my arms are spread wide-open like a turkey about to be stuffed
slap a 'SOLD' sticker on my forehead and take me off the front shelf cause you just bought yourself one over-used
love addicted male companion for the next few years  
and all you had to do was look my way

...and in the silence of that scene
the pause between
the tears unseen
the rain
Roy tells Deckard
of the beams
of the dreams
of the things
he wouldn't believe
now all the words
have lost their rhyme
like hope sublime
did he run out of life
or run out of time

they have been watching us since our birth
like concerned mothers watching their babies grow
from afar, yet with a close eye

they realize that their undisciplined and unworthy children
have gained control
and have silenced the majority through deception and greed

they realize that this has brought the paradise they founded
to the brink of apocalypse
and they have begun steps to alter this destructive path

they are here now
they have said hello
in the crop circles
in the clouds
in our dreams

the children free of greed
free of power driven thought
and open to the idea that the beauty given us
is all we need to sustain
know this

it shall happen in our lifetimes
the signs are there
and soon
when they feel we are ready
they will end the flight of a bullet
or a missile
before it completes its life ending path
and before us they will proclaim for all the world to hear...
'Enough'

now comes a vision
I see clear
the love we long for
has drawn near
the calling of our hearts we hear
it is our time

the darkness parts
so we may pass
the light we share
burns bright at last
the future now forgives the past
it is our time

and so our dream
now greets the Sun
the light that burned
in dreams is done
we walk in love
we walk as one
it is our time

fire spark of lover's sweat
hazy moan engulf the air
gripping sheets and bending pillows
moonlight streaks on wet windows
energy reaches dream state
then disappears through the keyhole
and there is nothing more than silence
before the quiet escape
and the unspoken acceptance
of this graceful mistake

I once rode a dream
in a mind made wheel of red light
it took me where I imagined
a rooftop on the corner of my block
or a moon of Jupiter
where I watched the Earth being born
and then die
all in the span of one dream
history known and unknown
I witnessed
those whose lives I read and cried for
and those who garnered no words
those who passed in battle for glory
and those who withered unbeknownst
those who spoke to millions
and those millions
who left in silence
will I remember?
within this dream I asked
to whatever power
whatever being
allowed this
and with that I awoke
to bright Sun
and the laughter of my daughter
'Wake up daddy...wake up
will you remember what?'
perhaps just a dream
perhaps more
but hear me now
seven years have passed
and not a day have I forgotten
not a day
have I not cherished