You knew better than to pay mind to what people and the devil say.
My life's a cup of sugar I borrowed before time began and forgot to return.
I was dead then alive, She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine; You can pour us out, we won't mind, As scratch around the mouth of the glass, My life is no longer mine.
You strike the match... why not be utterly changed to fire? To sacrifice the shadow and the mist of a brief life you never much liked?
Given my tendency to err so on the sentimental side, I'll spare you my goodbyes: The truth belongs to God, The mistakes were mine.
The harder the rain, the lower the flowers in the garden bend: I'd rather never talk again Than to continue to pretend that this never ends.
The invisible is seen among the shadows and the mist: Before my doubting eyes, The infinite appears this time, The unquestionable is questioned But makes no reply!
There, strapped like a watch on my wrist That's finished with gold but can't tell time, Was all of what little pleasure exists Seductively sold and uselessly mine.
The Angel of Death came to David's room, He said, Friend, it's time to go.
But good Angel, don't I get a warning sign Before it's my time to go?
But I slew Goliath with the sling and stone, It's not my time to go.
I'm not the boy that I once was, but I'm not the man I'll be.
Her soul in the balance, my heart in her hands I made her a widow, she made me a man.
...as I go showing off again Self-impressed by how well I can put myself down! And there I go again To the next further removed level Of that same exact feigned humility!
In darkness a light shines on you and on me.
You wear a thin disguise, O, Light within my Brother's eyes!
As we melt let's make no noise Oh, the profanation of our love To tell the world our passing joys!
God is Love and Love is real, yet the dead are dancing with the dead
Open wide my door, my Lord, to whatever makes me love You more.
Oh, rejoice, the Cleansing of my lips... rejoice, Salvation of my soul! I still have a thousand half-loves... oh, my God! I want to shoot myself just thinking about it! And you think I don't mean what I say?
You've got it all turned upside-down. Does the rain that's sent each spring anew to fall on her not fall on you? You project on her your inward scenes, she's a blank, external movie screen. But the One who looks out from your eyes looks through hers and through mine.
She put on happiness like a loose dress over pain I'll never know.
Put music to our troubles and we'll dance them away.
The music our collisions make!
What unseen pen etched eternal things on the hearts of human kind but never let them in our minds?