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
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,
And they scattered as she stumbled through the gleaming square A black and white movie and her red satin shoes stained by rain Dress trailing on the silver lined pavement, tendrils damp to her shoulders Plumes of misty feathers rising in a low flustered cloud above her head An elusive snowy feather passes ghostlike through
Yours is a different moon that I set my sights upon The waning night sky dispersed in its pearlescent blush A dewdrop of oil in the liquid night sends stars scurrying Blurring its glow to a spacious rainbow haze, an amethyst balm Each land, a different moon for its own charcoal skyline Its beam reaching
And asleep in his arms as the sky turned saffron The distant winds cried, throwing crimson across the borderlines In the streets they implore the faithful to pray, that haunting echo Each ran faster than the next, saving his soul in the dusty night She dreamed as the light faded, a sugared milky dream Of
The silver tongued roses in that crystal vase you bought me Are too flawless for me and my tainted fingertips didn’t you know I detest their purity and radiance, layers of unattainable perfection Like sweet scented swans, heads held high, higher than mine Thorns protecting their loveliness from those who are unworthy Chastising the eager
