Haunted By Your Song

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.