a climbing spider lays its eggs in your virtuous eyes
bleeding waterfalls, ravenous nightfall
children drown in chandelier water, pockets full of seeds
serpentine and crystalline, grey hands swimming through weeds
the tulips of morning fritter and gently talk
about the pulp and sand of our misfortunate abrasions
enchanted blue ribbons and shooting stars
we see life fading like fleeting seasons, oh, Vienna
we are statues in the cold light of dark blue museums, in bow ties
watery spirits on mossy sea beds, ghosts of yesterday
swaying mountains through hazy hourglasses
fill the chasm with leaves and currents and dancing storms
pellets and bullets of rain pouring from distant skies
maybe I took things for granted, maybe it doesn\'t matter
I\'m yielding and transcendent, I fit so well in your hands
but blinded by infinite love, your pulsating heart reminds me
I\'ve loved you for one thousand years
that tingling passion that sets me free is a singing bird in a cage
Oh, Vienna, through all my travels
I\'ve never seen something so shiny and perfect
a resounding surge tosses me into the beauty of your head
washing away the pain of our fathers
nourish the cyan of illuminated spaces, numb with an unforgiving fever
in rooms filled with smoke, carelessly pouring a drink
I hope you\'re well, and I hope you know
I\'ve saved dreams and kisses for the lost ones we remember
the petrichor, the rays of light.