My shoes lie
by the endless field
in dusty plight

On foot, several soldiers in camouflage with flares ignite
A blaze of bright red sparklers, parting the thick murky haze,
Enough at least so that we could be seen, waiting for a
Helicopter to get to the rocket for my journey Into space.
I climb inside, they load up the cargo bay with supplies
And then 8...7...6...5...came the countdown and when it
Came down to it, I felt like putting my head between
My knees as the combustion sent the rockets from 2nd
Gear into 5th. As the flooding white light of nuclear bombs
Lit the sky I was sent hurtling up at maximum speed,
Beyond that of sound-and then total silence-so I check
The air tanks air and the fluid dispenser for water supply,
Only in minutes did I realize how many were gone, only
In seconds did everything die.

I am forever yours, before all time is done
I am the one who's there, cause my heart you also won,
I am the one who dreams, for dreamers cannot die
I am the one for you, so please remember my eyes

You were the one I chased, and always know I need.
You are the wishing daisy, and I pick off every leaf.
You will be in my prayers, your spirit's still my home.
You will be in my thoughts, no matter what they know.

I am still the raven, and waiting for my crow.

I have known a silent seashore and been to it so far,
By the deep sea it was like my being in front of a car,
Until it came toward me then I never knew
Before the storm that life could be so cruel to you.

I have needed love and called to reach out for help,
Like an obsessed addict wondering who I should tell.
I wondered what love was and why it hurt,
Before the storm I never knew my heart would burst.

I never knew the pain I'd have next
When my dearest sweetest love left.
Before then I didn't know of the hurt that drills too far,
Before the storm I was not aware from the start.

But now in the end I'm certainly not free
I'm as helpless as I ever could be.
At first I'd hoped love would come to my door,
Before the storm I wasn't aware that my calm seashore would be done for.

Porridge be forsworn, the lemons escaped again!
If mules had rags, they would be plums, and not
A fig would shriek. In all dreamy pompousness the
Voodoo doll is a whimsical wine beggar in tips,
Before the cart of chocolate dairy pigs get a spank
For having left my wing in a toasting lower than
It SHOULD HAVE BEEN. And don't forget the doorknob
Has feelings for Mrs. Fairy-Warts, GOD HELP THEM
ALL!!! And moose, do you smell something burning?
I'll be a pin cushion, you've grown a flaming
Donkey's nose! Only three and five inches long...