Stop the shooting stars For I cannot wish on them once more At the end of this forgotten street Where dreams and stars shall never meet Stop the shooting stars From fizzing from the dark sky Stop the shooting stars from gleaming in the eyes Of couples holding hands so tight and children gazing in
Place the last gleaming dewdrop on my soaring snowy tree. Pristine white, pearl strands catching the peaceful candle light Candy canes hanging from the twinkling feather boughs My Christmas castle, it’s buried deep in a flurry of parcels Place the bright guiding star on my sweet snowy tree Tiffany jewels a world away from
Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies By the muddy bank he stood with bloody hands and ruined suit Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies His reflection locked and murky is not the prince in her fairy story Down by the riverside, hides all the white lies For in
Will you wait for me when the Autumn moon is blurred in the olive river When the leaves have died and I’m not by your side to kick them up together Will you wait for me when the storm bears down and you tremble in the street In your thin blue sweater with no umbrella
The sun bleached ghost clothes shifted in the late summer zephyr Gathered on rails, a shabby huddle of refugees, limp and hopeless Dusty cobbles burning through summer sandals etching like parchment The Arabic symbols inscribed forever on her soles, seeping into her skin Freckled shoulders weighed heavy under the oppressive sky A deepening burden that
They eyed her, wandering abandoned in the darkness She, a guiding light where the two paths merged Their white princess, leader of the sacred armies Naked feet tenderly absorbing the ferny floor And as a dappled deer she sensed her fragility The feathery touch of the breeze told her they had come It grazed her
Your hand slipped in mine and we consented, damp fingers loosed The sultry night burned my nostrils welding white cotton to dark skin That neon buzz lit the star strewn boulevard and I faced you And we knew, like the etched idols below our feet that it had passed. Our golden age to be trodden
A lingering melody begins once more, out of key though I know it well Skinny twisted trees caught in fractured mirrors and ephemeral fairground lights In the snowy park, phantom horses prancing into the white, leaping from shadows A faded mirage of mighty hooves, their glossy veneers chipped and shedding Rough flakes of precious gold
The ocean calling pulls me from my grimy city dream, a mirage of cerulean depth Stumbling blindly towards the shore, a magnetic pull of my sign Weary limbs alive in liquid sapphire, an aqua medusa born to join them Each strand of hair a rainbow on the glittering surface worshipping the sunrise The shimmers play,
