Sitting in a West L.A. bar the words
spilled onto the napkin from the pen while
Waiting on Time...as
She danced from star to star while
singing one of My songs...yes
She dances at all of the parties...singing songs of Mine.
I sitting there watching the stars flaring and
the Fire in Their eyes.

Oh She cried even told Me white lies...knowing
what She wanted but ran in fear of
tears of Fire in the sky.
Could...crossing into Lovers...open
the gates of Passion...as...We...leave
our bedroom door?
Is the Love real to the touch of...Her
lips...her hands even of Her ass...yes...whom I adore?

The feeling must be like as she points to
the sky...telling the Angels to play Loud...while
crashing into the Sea of Her Love.
Yet in My Face...no reaction or action
in the mirror...just pain and the wanting
the acheing of so few.

I dreamt of running across clouds...while
Love hides...She...smiling as the leaves
fall off the Trees...as I listened to a
five piece band...that...practiced in a bus
just as I realized it was You and Me.

The sky so blue bade Me a
farewell while the Man from Hell
gave Me the Light...I listened...of
how You played not being You...as
another took Your place...while...watching
Them Love in the Night.

No reason to cry or even try
to grab the hand that
takes Her away...to the Time of
Music and Laughter...which waits on
True Lovers...instead...she sits in silience except
for the five piece band.

Seeing the tears behind Her eyes...as...Her
lips quivered as She smiled...filled My Heart
with rage as not wanting to face...it...Myself or
listening to whispers all the while.

I dreamt of running across the clouds
while Love hides and You smiling as
the leaves fall from the Trees...while...listening
to the five piece band that practices in a bus...while
You make Love to Me and the Wind whispers...For What.