Outside the rain poured down, darkening the skies.
I stood inside watching, barefoot—my inside disguise…
Holding a paintbrush, I was carefully-
Stroking up a phantom with the northern lights.
The music was playing, sounding like
A feather floating in the wind—
Like a clichéd red rose…
Candle wax the smell of a lilac tree’s blossoms…
Ribbons of smoke curled up and around--
The aroma of a strange day-
It was almost as if I was dancing inside my own dream.
Dancing inside of a dream…
Young man singing to me,
“Don’t forget your dessert.”
It must have been 2’pm when I’d remembered the gun
Hidden away, never to be seen by the sun
My own personal shield, for safety’s sake…
But what I didn’t know was-
You were there, weren’t you?
Hiding away from me, a sad sad story
I will speak of it always, forever
That important document you left…
Hanging to the fringes of open lips,
The question, the unbeatable, unanswerable-
One word, one syllable.