My Little Princess

It's just that you are
My little princess,
Just that you are
My life, and no less

That my eyes lie
For ever in your search
And that my eyes lie
Ever for your mirth

That my lips part
To whisper endlessly
And that my lips part
To kiss you soundlessly

That my fingers burn
Waiting for your freezing skin
And that my fingers burn
In sating the seethe within

That my heart stops
At every sight of you
And that my heart stops
Each night you turn to blue...

You are after all
That's after your score
For you are, after all
The princess I adore

So all that, in strict cahoots
To wither this confusion
Takes me, in strict cahoots
Hither, to this conclusion

That my princess, in her life
Should always keep a while
Where my princess, my life
Should always be a smile.

Sunset in a Coffeehouse

Drawing on my iced eskimo,
Turning a mid-day paper too,
This evening, beaten, zilch to show,
I sit and stretch, not much to do.

The smoldering sun sees me stare...
That rascal, damn!, it mocks me so;
A sip, a read... no good, I bare...
My rest undone, my specters flow...

I reflect a little, and wonder more
On how wondrous everything would be,
If every morn, a brand new door
Could hold beyond new sights to see...
If every dream could form and shape
Our deeds today, but never last,
And every night could mean escape
From highs and haunts of hours past.

If we could all be wholly free
From every trailing thread of yore...
If morrows could have no memory
Of what happened just a day before...
Imagine, oh, that paradise
Devoid of angels, and devils dancing behind...
A place where you are only wise
To the eternal sunshine of your spotless mind...

A smile arrives, a whisper leaves
But fogs my vision... it's turning cold...
My eyes unfreeze as winter weaves
And kills my specter's slippery hold;

The sun has set, its sunshine gone
And I return to my tubelit coffeehouse...
My wishes resigned, my eyebrows drawn
In memory of my constant grouse...

I wish...

I wish this morning
Was warm...
I wish... I meant
No harm...

If only my dreams
Were true...
If only... the truth
Could do...

If only I was strong
And sane...
If only... I could
Abstain...

I wish these drops
Were dew...
I wish... my wishes
Were few...