Snowfield of white
Shadows align with moonlight
A blank page for the imagination
A perfect past about to be defiled
Perfection begs inspection
Through the snow there's a tread of tracks
Made by a beast or a pair of feet
On the thought that the picture's more true that way
Look: blindness will never guide us
We blow apart, smoke and mirror heart
Let the only lie be down
Only the real will rise
And learn to look with open eyes
White sheets untouched
Dream of coming untucked
By peach flesh flushed
Hair as dark as reason's hush
Night by day conceives
Do we love daylight's child
The crotch curls and yellow pearls
Do we choose to be prettily deceived
Love's blindness will never bind us
We blow apart, smoke and mirror heart
Let the only lie be down
Only the real will rise
And learn to love with open eyes
Porcelain never did become me
Horse of skin in love became real
If we'd only learn to love one another's skin
Half as much as the snowfields we tread in
Half as much as the flimsy tales we spin
Fall blooms bare, blows cold
Trees shed leaves like old beliefs
Upturn the worms hiding underneath
I go to bed with books alone
Loving blindly could never guide me
And a broken heart: I don't want the part
So lie me down and let me wake up wise
Live and learn, love and lose with open eyes
Smoke and mirror heart
Let the only lie be down
Only the real will rise
And open eyes
A dog is digging in the autumn leaves
Does he smell the smell of rotting innocence
Dropped into the snowdrift last season
In the crystalline illusion
Crystal cold illusion
Disillusion
