Quivering, excited voice A pair of brightly shining eyes look out upon everywhere Seeing what is to be seen And what he needs to see Acceptance of the third kind growing on the front of an apple tree He sings to the boy in the field A silent tune whispered through his fingertips Filling the gray sky with all the colours of the rainbow Creating dreams and destroying nightmares Speaking quietly to the angels perched on the ground Call out to the world a joyful cheer Lying only in the minds of those who use them Sheep no longer appropriate in this dream Just endless days of sleeping and drinking Drunk from the world around him Lips fixated on the man now Tears stinging the insides of his throat Making his way over the bastille And into the arms of the one who dares
11/28/00
