What thoughts, what thoughts have I of you tonight!
What thoughts, what thoughts--
gleaming, glittering, as our orbits are slowly thundering,
converging upon the circus of years.
What thoughts, what thoughts.
Inextricably bound, irrevocably linked, we
are always wrestling midst constellations
hovering in vacuums of truth and reason.
Bleeding then are we grasping for
one another through the scarlet trail
shimmering and shiny through teary mists--
I will never stop needing you.
I will never know what to say to you.
Transcendent, ineffable, our dance goes on
on, on, with words abiding, words confiding
somehow outside the realms of our movements.
Blessed be the shadowman.
