lost soul 5
the shadowy nights which I spent unwisely fast
like dusts
like winds
like cigarette ashes
woke up like a genie whom had been rubbed upon
and get off the bottle awfully fast
to avoid
those freezing seasons of the heart
where peace has no truce with unpleasant
the rains were trying
to pry open the panes of my soul
and knock my lost virgin to death on me
invited open
and embracing look
and search
and find ....
to give ... a kiss of death in a bag of time's venom
like a snake that slith in the green grass
without a trace
just sprung up and stared at life
I missed you on a day like this
when life is slow and luke warm simmering away
a breathless night of July
in a land of myth
and rhythm softly in the rains that cover my hope in your Pandora's box
where it is last to stay
it is last
to stay .......
