Of hearts and unicorns,
and fancy clad ladies.

It's all for a game of "Pick and Play",
Under a canopy of crows and rainbows.

Little bells beat in the storm,
and chime like reversed death-knells

calling you from the grave of living,
to the endless promenade,
hand in hand,
under the scrutiny of friends and family.

Of tear drops and split throats,
or worse, of broken hearts and limbs,

your kisses taste like chloroquine,
they're very hard to swallow.

Is it only me
or do you quetch the same!
On my lips the smiles fade and
I am not sure who's to blame

Once I got my mirror,
alone I practised smiling
again and again
but
she tauntingly
repaid me a shabby smile

Have I turned out insane?

The dead are forgotten
All they held dear to heart
Dusty distant recall
Gone with them far afield
While we sit on an edge
A limbo of some sort
Pondering on our fate
On what lies beyond here

Beyond the final sill
We can only imagine
Glories of paradise
And the torments of hell
While we struggle so hard
With realities today
Draw and erase or write
On the sand of our time

Clock strikes ten
It is time for bed
You lay down beside me
On my pillow you rest your head
On your right shoulder
My head, I fondly place
You lower your eyes
And look at my face

Your eyes look amused
Smile dances on the lips
When I touch the curls
On your chest with finger tips
It feels so perfect
Too good to be true
I tremble with joy
My veins, as it runs through