63 - I'm Dead

[Trojan]

G A A

Wait!
Don't utter any words of love
till you have seen who dwells within my skin;
you might have been deceived by some poetic
word to flatter devils of your guileless
youth, or led astray by my seductive
sadness, by the colour of my mask.

Don't speak the word of love because the night
is tender, or because the moon's a child
pressed to the bosom of the clouds, The shutters
of the night are drawn except the golden
rays and dancing butterflies reflected
in the garden of your eyes.

Don't speak the word of love because I came
out of the dark to throng your lonely streets
deprived of love. Don't try, by force of love,
to break the chain of loneliness that binds.

Tomorrow you may swim in streams of fame,
admirers sprouting everywhere, Might you
then speak the word of love to someone else?

Don't say, "I Love you" for this wine, these roses,
or for the madness of a wayward kiss.
The wine may spill and the roses may wilt.

Don't say, "I love you" till your hand has raised
my veil, your nails have torn the face of my
deceit; before your eyes have plumbed my rash
behaviour, probed the depths of my transgression;
before you hear my senseless myths and legends - -
the story of a lost hapless stray.

[Trojan]

G A A

So suddenly - -
in an instant which begins and ends
before we grasp what it has been - -
a world is gone, Death beckons:
Yaernings are ice, Life is wind-
blown ruin, Love, legend of a bygone time.
The voyage seems to route to nothing.
A man dies, Earth revolves
as usual, People gossip . . .
God bless his soul.
We read obituaries and we walk
on our own
graves.

[Trojan]

G A A

Poetry's a moment of
life jumping to a tune.

Endless is the search for truth
is a world of mirrors.

When we die we habit
the bright side of our dreams.

When you are master, feel no pride;
When you are servant, feel no pain.

You are in love.