I'll scratch a verse onto this page
until the words become
the song I'll cry, with spectral eyes
upon the strings you strum

And this devil clasps a hidden pain
in his flush and mighty fist
His haloed kin, cannot begin
to know how much they're missed

But the kindness in a lost dog's eyes
is the answer that I've sought
For his mind I've yearned, for he's never learned
to be something he is not

I'll live here longingly for so long
in the dollhouse of your dreams
These plastic hands, at your command
as the flesh inside them screams

Fondly I recall the violins
which swelled when we were one
A majestic hymn, but entangled limbs
in its cadence, come undone

And the blindness of an old dog's eyes
sees much farther than I thought
His mind is frayed, for the endless blade
of Time takes all you've got