The Death Of A Rose

An incomplete stranger

An arrow on the cross

I am so happy I am dying of peace

Oh tell me Saint Bernard, what do you wish to construe?

For I have loved you since the birth of July

You kill me with your everlasting silence, come back to me!

I can stand a powerful truth

In the midst of all this madness

Love is a courage so sweet

As passion infuriates the menstrual cycle

And I am especially warm

Fire feeds the belly of the beast

Perhaps I shall sing a strange song

To all the mice and men

Normal people don't understand art

Because art is never normal

And if I were normal, would I paint my face red?

For red is the color of a woman in love

Dancing in the sky that is tickled blue

Oh freedom what have you done to me?

I dream of white bunnies and vagrant seas

And they are all painted red

Within the matters of the heart.