In a cup of precious crystal I have poured the cozy stupor
scarlet waves washing sorrows like blinds in winter cabin keep the cold outside
and words have built a wall to hide the scattered drops of poppies in the fields,
I am frozen in the melting sun I used so long for cover but my pocket is full of stars
my soul is reaching out the moment I have stepped through looking glass
journeyed for a higher meaning just to find the truth
that one must die a thousand times to rise above its youth…

paint my heart in darkest colors
write my letters in the bloody rust,
messages to the one I held
to never read and never trust…
and if you must,
hunt the beast inside like demons waking from the past
kissing it would be the last,
so keep away,
it is the only road to gray and wise sitting on a porch in the suburbs
nursing cats and dogs and dreams…

and when you tell her silence is the cure
a girl in red seams life to ruins of a certainty that used to be,
I must confess those days are gone but not the memory
and adds each day a longing for the carnival I want to live…