I'm deep into a song now- I think it'll turn out well I'll sing it to you if you ask me how it felt To see my true love (with eyes of shattered glass) Pull silk ribbons tightly down her back As we fall into a glass of wine I recall the dream I had last night: A breathtaking view (Of) kaleidoscope skies that collide with the sea A horizon abloom with hyacinth blue and pink And you with your parasol: Like a halo behind your head Into white lace, the Sun begins to set If we fall from this height we will die But that fear falls easy from my mind And turns into the joy I knew when I was a child The Sun will surely rise in the morning- wait and see I'll write something new, so vivid that the world can see The Moon as your parasol (like a halo behind your head) And through white lace, the Sun is sending us to bed And we fall asleep to the sunrise Curtain call, or daylight's compromise An abstraction of you was the best I could do At least this time