Hold on to all things with yr left hand. The possibilities for alternatives. Hear all the white keys on the piano. The purest tones. Have a drop of lemonade. The most intriguing sensation for yr tongue Feel a kiss from yr parents. The greatest love of your life.
In a frantic world with fleeting desires Of the same feather with fate conspire
Wind in an airy surge knows no path Tunes of the wondrous gale join our hearts Tumult of a mighty gust comes to pass In love though in sadness so we dance
Sweetest of the gale is heard Sadness from the gust we purge In mighty harmony to heavens do our souls perch
You madman ranting in the train Time sold in that bottle should delay your pain But what has poisoned you to disordain Professing the impossible over and over again "My manhood into" Britain! you claim The universe is all to blame Your wishful dreams are driving you insane To hell with all but what remains Is just a madman ranting in the train
Love of our times in prism tense Transcending through space on disparate lands Canned in white of flickering sight Split unto fractions in barren light
Bluer than blue invisible hue Lesser tinge be warmed in view Meadow canvas of stars unveil Redder than red unspectral hue Lesser tinge be passion due Scorching dreams escape in lieu
When rain meets sunshine colors flee Cascading shades send forth in glee Beckoning rainbow arc unfurls Emitting its glow on our pensive worlds Immersed in splendor we relish Sublimed in arc of love we cherish
She who arrived as an angel, entrapped me with her fervent descent. In angelic glow she decorates my heart And twinkling stardust she lays the path In awe of her beauty I pursue Arrival of a beloved from heaven new
Angel to mortal Stardust to sand Distraught with mortality she laments Lovely joy left blank Terrified I could barely endure In contempt by an Angel once pure