It was times like those,
When I could get drunk on your words
And swirl them around on my tongue
Like fine wine
You were my tall champagne flute
Lean and see through
But I loved you all the same
We became a drunken stupor
And the hauntingly lone nights became my hangover

For the first time in eons
My lonely heart has been set ablaze
And the cold doesn't seem so cold anymore
I'm happy and the long standing dull ache in my heart has numbed
Replaced with only this blooming joy
Yet in this I feel resticted

Take me away
Where I can run free
Let me run in the fields and unmuddle my thoughts
Let me run to the horizon
So I can sleep in the sun
Where my days will be endlessly immortal
So that I may bid adieu to the dusk
And the disappearing oranges and pinks that paint the sky
So now I may bask in dreams and moon beams
My heart soaring in my new surrealism
My lullaby soft and think in the night time
Black birds dream with me
Flying beside me in my ever lasting happiness
I am free

I want to live in the midnight rain
With my skin damp filled with starlight
As my soul swims in the moon bathed world
And I can sleep in the flourishing dawn
Sun brought spring creeps up my eyes
The world becoming a beautiful thing
But Beauty is a fickle
and revolting is a lovely gossamer thing of the soul
My ugly world unsheathed in the light

What I'm finding is that
This stubborn old man,
With his withered heart and lonely soul,
and I
With my sad expression and tired sighs
Are two beautifully tragic people
Who have fallen prey to the reform know as life
But we still live