Come with me to the skylines of Chicago, New York, London.
I am rejected by God for good reason but come with me.
See the steeple, pierced deep and dimpled down between the
Steel and glass scrapers of the sky that are dark now like me.
Take my hand and feel the ice cold sorrow of what life is for me
I’ll allow you to think that you can save me.
I’ve seen so many years, so many attempts at power and vindictiveness.
I didn’t relinquish my hope of heaven for any of these.
Violence and its shock do not soften by its frequency -not for me.
Is that why you can pity me?
My motive was to live. My motive is to feel. My desire is now.
Listen to my siren voice if reason cannot defeat fear.
She did shine like a star even as a child. Her green eyes glowed and her
Red hair was brilliant like the sun and the mist could not defeat her.
I summoned her like all young girls that had potential to survive the
Long years of life and the idea of hell in the end.
But she loved. She loved impossibly and I knew but he did not until
Such girls are wasted on men, wasted on love. I was her escape to leave
Pain, gain knowledge and learn a wandering, wailing peace.
Come with me to the skyline of London, the dark murky shadows and
Man’s pitiful attempts at lighted darkness.
Come with me to set her free or to end me. For she has chosen
Her enemy in me; neither of us beautiful, neither seeking peace.
Come with me to feel the vibrations of life’s power on which I feed.