You were sweet like a summer breeze
Lavender skies and lily leaves
Waters turned to a softer peach
Bringing burns to memory
Fuzzy frolicking fielding green
Hiding feeling, stopping scenes
Blurring lines and busting seams
Breaking down supporting beams
And I wonder what it all means
To look at someone and be seen
Like a mirror, like a glass
All burned up for midnight mass
Taking names and take pass
Bludgeoned down by a lime-lit past
Don’t even ask
Don’t come around
Don’t try to pry me from the ground
It’s warm, it’s soft, it’s original home
It’s the welcome end to all my bones
Feeling fancy while reading tomes
And playing tones and eating scones
Blueberry, strawberry, and lemon meringue
You were depressed and I was inane
Fully insane by end of day
Don’t tell me why you slipped away
I’d rather not dig up ghosts of past pain
I’d rather leave those feelings to decay
Beat the horses before they play
Beat them dead and run away
Don’t say a word, don’t explain
It’s better when I never know your brain
Cut against the grain to swim upstream
In frigid waters and morning gleam
With chunks of ice that cut my scars
And fill my head with pools of tar
Which stink and slosh and slop around
Bring me down from higher heights
Those prickly fears that keep me alert at night
Fever dream pitches on a big sales day
Fever dream pitches on an opera stage
Stay finely stitched like a fresh printed page
In a fresh printed book of fresh printed plays
You were sweet like a summer breeze
Until the next dead winter frostbitten freeze
different faces 