There I was — twilight blanketing my soul
Was it DEATH? or just being so alone?
People come — friends will go — but mostly go;
I feel young — look that way too — but I’m old
Can you fill the gaping hole in my soul?
Your eyes
MESMERIZE
Your SOUL — so free
Appeals to me
Your words — are they true?
Please PLAY ME for the fool
— I used to lie on the grass in the cool of the evenin’, pretending
that the clouds were shaped like you; then the stars would come out,
and their light would tell me that you
were near!
CAN you hear me?
Do you love me?
Does it matter?
Romance me, lead me on, play a tune on the
strings of the harp that is my heart