I dreamt a dream of lovers weeping,
Tears of soul slowly seeping...
I wander cold, when all is told,
Alone within my heart...
I Knew Joy
A smile adorned my face...
Nine in the dark, hundreds in the light,
Why, I ask, do we cry at the first sight...
In the midst of concrete jungle
Where dreams live, life tangles...
There is no point in writing around in circles
washed words, pallid moonbeams of sorrow...
It used to be so innocent,
This heart inside my chest...
I am the backwards God;
the streets...
Tick, tick, tick, goes the tapping of fingertips;
As the 3PM bomb approaches sweet climax...
Pitter patters of little feet
no longer run beneath...
In my life a garden grows
Behind a faded fence...
Through the Links in the Fence
As a kid I always had these dreams where I could...