Alone again or so it seems
and yet my street of broken dreams
goes on and on.
The moon has kissed the sun goodbye
and yet hello, a kiss with which
to build a dream upon.
Childhood wanderings in lands
of dragons’ wings and foolish fancy
now begin the slow and wondrous
journey to the dawn;
and all alone again I wonder
how much longer I can carry on.
Back-lit silver silhouette,
a shadow lighting cigarettes
in time with me.
Purple grayish ashen rings
lilt carelessly
as tender summer breeze,
floating through the evening sky
to unknown destinations,
ones that we can feel but never see;
and once again I am alone,
a child full grown
but lost in make believe.
1984
