i dreamt of a future
in black and white
and unattainable blue

i dreamt of a world
where all was right
and the words of my lips were true

i dreamt of a child
who'll never see light
yet a name His father knew

i dreamt of a love
in day, not night
where fear had no more due.

i miss the Boy who saved stray feathers
but never gathered dust
whose every move spoke volumes
yet never smelt of must

precious little time we stole
to be young before the dawn
how is it that now i hear
His voice in every song...?

i miss the Man who gave me peace
but helped me fight my war
who i count closest to my heart
yet distant as a star

His armor was of black and white
but even so i swear
that color flooded every mem'ry
He saw fit to share

i've often wondered who He is
or if He ever was
bittersweet and ethereal
this Dream i had of "us"...

oh, clever one
with the bass heart
for whom love
and pleasure part

drinking in my
silent screams
must you haunt
my bitter dreams?

i be yours
and i be hers
from one a kiss
from both a curse

we wait for you
one slave, one queen
fierce day, soft night
and in-between

an one is caught
but one will die
for sweetness speaks
naught but a lie

Never thought I'd stray from her
Never thought I'd cry to you

Never thought I'd shame her
Never thought I'd write of you

Never thought I'd chide her
Never thought I'd pray for you

Never thought I'd hide from her
Never thought I'd run to you

Never thought I'd lie to her
Never thought I'd sing for you  

Never thought I'd forget about her
Never thought I'd dream of you

Never thought I'd veil from her
Never thought I'd dress for you

Never thought I'd fight with her
Never thought I'd lay for you

Never thought I'd break her
Never thought I'd love you

Always thought I'd die for her
Always thought you would too

eyes of sea
caged wingbeats
the only hint
behind the visage of indifference
the shroud that daylight imposes
and darkness disperses

for beneath lies
pain
desire
whispers of oblivion
desperation
that draws forth tears
mixing sleep and wakefulness

yet
somehow
granting more peace
than the glittering sands

oh, beautiful one,
with the bedroom eyes
headstrong queen
of the crimson skies

seduced by kisses,
passion--lies
when, for you, will the
feather--Ma'at--rise...?

a gray sylph, a
secret slave sighs
in the wake of the
master who flies

to soothe, to love,
to elicit highs
with monochrome wings
make and unmake ties

to what end?
when deception dies
all that's left
are our broken cries...

write a letter
read it over
and cross out
all the "my"s

because that's what
you're not:

mine