The dove was watching on an endless night,
while the wolf whistled to the silent trees
of twilight. Grinning at the falling leaves
and frost. It's soul on fire, cut the night

From its moonlit perch; the dove; sitting, he law
the masked and shadowed mongrel, he barred teeth
shining silver, daggers when he dared to breath .
And closing came through death: unbound by law.

After the wolf had conquered and consumed
the world beneath the dove's feet. Now he soon
desired lights and moons for his dark altars.

The men in white make life feel rejected
why?- since the dove flies in neglected
skies, and laughs at the world from his golden stars.

These lines will cry for a girl I knew
love is too live; forgetting is too easy
we were in love, and at times she was too

the endless night, the air, the wind blew
the night shook, as did the stars, as did we
these lines will cry for a girl I knew

rising; and we saw the black night turn blue.
That's when I held her, and awoke empty.
we were in love, and at times she was too

love through verse is only what poets, alone, do.
Without words the ideas would not be.
These lines will cry for a girl I knew

To long for the simple words " I miss you"
to hold her hand; to cry, now wanting.
we were in love, and at times she was too

Where is she now? in London or Peru?
To let go and to see what she did see,
these lines will cry for a girl I knew.
We were in love, and at times she was too

Here: I am at home. In this city
there is a certain purpose. To be near
where untamed puzzle pieces will fit. Me,
there was nothing there; which then turned to here.

There: having a mirror. Looking into,
or passed, showed another crowd but not
me. My face was shown. There! Now I knew
I'm here. But there will never be forgot.

Now: Breathing. Standing between the two worlds
under the same jeweled black sky lingers
the same goddess, the necks lined in pearls
of distant clouds. "Come home." calls these signers.

Here and now; I am at home, where there I
could sit, and wonder what's under that far sky.

You high balcony no longer needs you,
maiden or maidens; and my love of loves.
Say bye to your window; bye to your blues.
Your pane is for the rain and the doves.

Don't waist your beauty on laughing alone
from a place that my trained hands cannot kiss.
I'm king of the moment; this is your throne
let us mix moonshine and madness with this.

You stay still?- You must hate my worn blue jeans,
and my stuttered way that I say my name.
I see I'm not the giant from your dreams,
you fit the ring, your rejecting to claim.

I should have guessed; judging by your window.
It's just the same, as everywhere I go.

Far from the tormented city I go,
under a black sky
that shivers. Alone
I watch it pass by.
Far from the tormented city I go

Past the faceless women I wander.
the muses at noon
are crying. Wonder
makes them laugh too soon.
Past the faceless women I wander.

High up there is the forgotten men's dreams.
the balcony's warm.
Smoke makes you see things:
Girls with open arms.
High up there is the forgotten men's dreams

At the square, I see guards in position.
Giants with pistols,
Knives. Ask permission
if you speak at all.
At the square, I see guards in position.

In uniform, the boys all stand in rows.
It's nothing. I care
little for their clothes.
But they do, they stare.
In uniform, the boys all stand in rows.

From the tallest building, I watch the world.
It is all the same;
lines in plastic pearls,
signed with the king's name.
From the tallest building, I watch the world.

Far from the tormented city I go,
under a black sky
that shivers. Alone
I watch it pass by.
Far from the tormented city I go

These is infinity outside my window.
I can see it, but it cannot see me.
I've dreamed of it, but it cannot dream. So,
I'll drive it to the waveless, rolling sea.

It will swallow the horizon. It needs
to be on something; a line of sky
will do. It will ask on bended knees
to change the color of the clouds going by.

Now lost and held and bound by time, it waits;
fully strung out on a clock that does not
strike, and a headache from a golden gate
he hallucinated or else forgot.

That's where I will hold him. Together
laughing, he is no longer forever.