These black keys are singing so sweetly
Just to me.
Now shouldn't I feel special
That I'm lost in their psychotic trance?
A guitar moans so soothingly
And somewhere above, a helicopter hovers.
They sing about a girl
Who has lost her reality.
When they fade away, a new voice lifts.
Wailing so sadly,
What do they mean when they say
They want a closer view?
This girl has entranced them, too.
They're summoning her
With their milky voices that cry
They want her.
And then, she reveals herself.
Her voice is like lace.
And she sings back to them with delicate groans
Of such sadness.
Shades of purple wrap around her
They pulse and writhe around her.
And I see her.
She is a fire under the rolling waves
Of the ocean.
She cannot be
But she is.
Her skin is like glowing embers.
Her hair is the mane of a mighty lion.
Her eyes are dripping with the foam of the sea.
As a drum beats out a rythmn for them.
They dance together as if they love
But have lost greatly.
Their feet make the earth quake.
Together, and after so long.
But soon to be apart once more.
They are the wind
I am a rose.
Bending with them.
Though they do not notice I am there.