FROZEN SUNBEAMS
The wind's in the crown
Of a naked willow-tree
Like a tired, strayed child
He closes his eyes with silver eaves
Be my guide to a place
Where I can hide til the end of days
Dream carries him just like a ship
To a foreign fairy seaport
In a town where no human ever hath lived
Where the soothing peace dwells for evermore
(whispers):
"As aurora rise, the burg dresses in pastels,
But at dusk it becomes into a rain from the stars,
That shines in delirium of drunken angels,
Splitting the velvet coulisse of the dark
And the ghosts dances waltz there every eve
Round throne of their princess vested in lace
Princess with no heartbeats ‘neath pale chest
No motion in her seraphic face
The wind awakes
In the frozen sunbeams
Alas, everything’s tainted
Even in dreams"
