To appreciate is not enough
The distance is too great
Another hope, another rope
Fantasy's far-gone fate
We dance and dance upon my mind
But the eye can only see
It cannot touch, it cannot hold
And seems will never be
The song is sung, the dance is done
The Lord of the mound draws near
I will not run from the sun
Or drown in fear's dark leer
The rapture of her bloodstained bliss
Passion a hollow eye
Greeting the dawn with the sound of lies
All for the joy of a kiss
Great the swelling of rising ire
Outrage a muted song
Discordant, un-rhythmic, long
Love a wet-blanket fire
Holler loud and cry shame
A heart that cannot bleed
Wisdom’s pearl a barren seed
All soon the same
A game without blame
A mirror without name