Should I die before I learn to scream, I pray the thoughts confounding me found outlet while I was asleep.
If I should go before I form the words, I hope the silence drowning us took you long before it hurt.
Were fairy tales, and magazines and movie screens way too obscene?
I wrote it down and I rehearsed, but I could never part a verse.
4:00 AM now, fake awake; claw at dreams that just won't take.
You elude just like the gods we praise, ones who's solace welcomes strays.
Your eyes, inside are born galaxies all the time, ones that house civilizations sublime;
All I do - for you I pine. I'll meet you after one more line.
