An Old Dreamer's Dream
An Old Dreamer’s Dream
Here I sits, spits, feedin’ me grits to hungry pits
There go me loves, and doves slippin’ through me crusted mitts
Tears like daggers drown the blood of life tricklin’ down
She sees in a glimpse, silence walkin’ to eternity limp
The tock tick by as I try to cry, and hide her from a reaper’s lie
A heartbeat late to lover’s gate arms that grope for an empty sky
Her music fade, fades, faded, and an old heart jade jade jaded
A chuckle, a squint of eye, a wrinkle, a twinkle, and one gray cripple to die
Sippin’, suppin,’ beggin’ for nothin’ just to see her lashes again
Crawlin’ fingertips maulin’ reachin’ for ghosts barely breathin’
Nappin’ in silk sash given, and gasping in destined death driven
I’ve robbed her memories mobbed, and ne’er a kiss once given
And now she’s mist, a perfumed miss, a lady of passion I missed
She thinks o’ me no more through her white door silently swingin’,
While bums, and crumbs lay dying for her weary singing
Muted screams, sippin’ streams, and holdin’ her in me dreams
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