Oh dreamer, seduced by the pied Piper of yore,
Where to shall you go, chasing illusions,
Deluded forever, by the charm of that unknown,
How will you let go, when there is nothing left to hold.
Oh stranger, your unreciprocated lonely glance,
A million times, and some more,
Stoned, crazy and forlorn,
Burnt out embers of coal-black dreams, and this smoke-filled
heart.
Oh, singer of hymns, from those forgotten forsaken,
Rock faced mountains and the steely moon,
Cold long nights, and this myth of love,
Perdition, forgiveness, petty resolutions all, just to get
through the night.
Oh lover of moon, burnt by it’s caressing moonlight,
Slither away into some dark crevice to hide,
The shine of joy, the twinkle of affection, the touch of
love,
Escaping this torment of the endless perfidy of hope.
