My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.

Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.

While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and ****,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart.

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

What happens when the pain is too great?
Your feelings overflow, like a river does
It's water kills everything in range
You need a way out. Some way or change


You look in the mirror
and wince at your reflection
You close your eyes
And dream of perfection

It's not possible you know
To reach that high up goal
To kiss the clouds or
Paint the sky, they are
just too high

I can show you how to love yourself
It's actually quite simple
Just accept every imperfectly perfect
Flaw, every mole or pimple

God made you. You are part of something big
Part if His masterpiece. He knows you
From every word you've said
To each hair on top your head

Next time you look in the mirror
See you were made in His image
So smile and how the world
Because you are  beautiful
You. You are an imperfectly perfect
Image

A slight breeze
Tall soft grass
Sun shining
Birds chirping
Soft noise of
Tall grass rustling
Close your eyes
Only to open them
And see darkness
Hear your bedroom
Fan turning.
It was a dream...
******.