Man of Golden Words
Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2003 8:19 am
Man of Golden Words
Caught in the middle, a burglar of affairs;
he’s with the women between the moon and sea.
Tell him you love him but he never cares,
though he insists you’re the only one he sees.
Let his protests elicit pity like the song of wounded birds
as he kisses your mouth, this man of golden words.
Savor his mystery in whatever way you can,
absorb it all while it lasts.
He comes to you in a vision, sapphire in his hand,
and his eyes are like glass.
Your pleas of devotion are acknowledged, but never heard,
his form is distorted, all you seem to hear are his golden words.
They say he can speak and women will come.
He calls us constantly, but I’ve not answered him yet.
I wait by this window, I watch by a sun
that casts unforgiving light on everything I cannot forget.
My heart is in chaos, and my sympathies are disturbed
as I wait to hear the song of a man with golden words.
Caught in the middle, a burglar of affairs;
he’s with the women between the moon and sea.
Tell him you love him but he never cares,
though he insists you’re the only one he sees.
Let his protests elicit pity like the song of wounded birds
as he kisses your mouth, this man of golden words.
Savor his mystery in whatever way you can,
absorb it all while it lasts.
He comes to you in a vision, sapphire in his hand,
and his eyes are like glass.
Your pleas of devotion are acknowledged, but never heard,
his form is distorted, all you seem to hear are his golden words.
They say he can speak and women will come.
He calls us constantly, but I’ve not answered him yet.
I wait by this window, I watch by a sun
that casts unforgiving light on everything I cannot forget.
My heart is in chaos, and my sympathies are disturbed
as I wait to hear the song of a man with golden words.