I was leaning on a corner post of
Colorado and 18th - I climbed onto a mid town
bus that found a Seattle plane - they say I’m dangerous
because I’m honest and been around can we be friends? I
could hear my name on the wind suspicion was thick the
roughest I’d ever seen - good-bye Colorado Springs
though I’ve never known you but a little I
thought I loved you all the same
there comes a time when
your jewels lose their
glitter and the gold
loses its luster &
a palace becomes
an empty tomb and
all that is left is a prison
and a love that you can neven
afford even the children who’ve grown or
been taken and far away gone at times I sit gazing
through my window into the nights and see two figures
silhouette the lit street below holding hands & each other
and it divides my heart to know now I find myself writing
and singing to faery’s of my soul with a bleus I’m too
young to know so much so soon the rainbows
overdue and confessing I’m lost but
masquerading a disguise
I find it’s getting
only harder to
imagine what
might have been
if really it had happened
touched with a tainted caring and a
world of tears the best part of myself however
there are times wished I could sever it from my
soul but then I remember the well-spring
from which it flows