And it was easy to love her then,
in the twilight of her beauty;
the soft grey hours
where we would forever roam
while the specter of her youth
still loomed.

Those late Spring evenings
Were our stage,
And the lonely Chicago streets
Our set,
And I the sun,
Which illuminated her moon.

The green light that was her eyes
Was a beacon
Calling to me
From some insurmountable distance
As autumn slowly closed in

So mud splattered
His armor tattered
In darkness and in shadow
Had journeyed a bit
The same old ****
In search of a Cadillac Eldorado

His beard long
This knight so wrong
His heart became a shadow
Closed his eyes
Still heard the cries
But not of a Cadillac Eldorado

And as his morals
Lost their quarrels
He came upon the wandering shadow
“Shadow” he croaks
the one with the spokes
the beautiful Cadillac Eldorado

Over the ghettos
Of Pompano
Into the field of the shadow
Ride, boldly ride
The shade replied
If you want a Cadillac Eldorado

The sound of loneliness
is the crinkling
of the plastic bag
into which you put your clothes;
you no longer have a drawer in my world.

The look of freedom
is you pulling out of my driveway,
forever.
I long for you to stare back at me
for my eyes are screaming all the things
that I was unable to say to you.

But you gaze straight ahead.
The turnoff for 89 south is nearing,
towards: Boston, Manchester, and Nazareth.

In  the summer they joked
that she came from a place so cold
that in winter, a mans laughter would freeze in his throat,
choking him to death.

I awoke from the dream
vomiting the wine onto my sister
and her new dress,
but mostly onto her.

The party had died down by then.
I was sad to have missed it,
but sadder to long for my dream,
and her,
and her most of all.

She moved in beauty,
like darkness within a shadow.
Pinkish skin like that of a new born,
and hair kissed by fire.

The corridor came crashing down
as I longed for her being
while trembling at the hint of her oblivion,
slowly permeating like winter's cold.
The clouds gathered, and Vesuvius rumbled
in the distance.

I crept up on her
in the vague moonlight,
and she whispered;
“I am Vishnu, destroyer of worlds.”
Still... I longed.