Sleeping soundly on your memory now

I dream of uncollected worlds
Where young girls dance at summer weddings
And foolish men take their cars for spins and whirls

I've seen you less and less, in the headlights of happiness
My onetime escape
From you I'm free

Within the dance of newfound reflectiveness, I'm free indeed

I see a stone a leaf and a door. I knock.
  It opens and I float into clouds that make
  me step gently. I want to kiss everyone I
  have ever known except my wife. Yoko is
  in my mind beckoning. I belong to her now.

Fire made me a freak.
It kept you warm and
cooked your meals and
gave you light to read.
I kept you warm in bed.
I gave us food to eat and
wood to burn. Fire caught
me and made me a freak
with onion skin frail
as wrapping paper on
Christmas gifts for you.
I feel love and pity. Freak.

A magic box where all of your
ugliness and cruelty are forgiven
when you recite the sin list to
your priest and perform penance.
The guilt still lives in shadows
of the heart shaking foundations.