Faye Reagan… guh… >_<
We strode abreast, as in a dream
Talking, as we did, of things
Concerning what tomorrow brings
As the sun retires to sleep
Oh how we howled at the moon
And together sang a special tune
Others surely thought us loons
And all we did was laugh
The spark was always burning deep
Ever present, alert or asleep
Mutual dreams in which we keep
Each other close at hand
Staying up for late night calls
And knocking mirrors off the walls
The Moon and Ocean so enthralled
We never stood a chance
We’d been scared there’d come a day
In which we’d falter, lose our way
And our connection would start to fray
And dissolve into the night
You know that scene in Kingdom Hearts
In which their hands are torn apart?
Life is imitating art
As these things come to pass
I hide my pain in games and smoke
You cover yours with drugs and jokes
Suppressing all the things that broke
You never seemed so far
A furtive glance, a final kiss
How can we let it end like this?
And of all the things I miss
I miss your eyes the most
There was so much energy
We can’t let this come to be
I’m tangled in your gravity
Like a fox caught up in wires
All in all, all I can say
Is we must fight to stay this way
Let’s sing together, “Come what may!”
Forever, ‘till we die
My mind is tangled in too many things, it seems…
Too many nightmares trying hard to be dreams.
I see people just wasting their lives
They’re all doing nothing but they say they try
But they don’t even see the purest of Truths
They remain trapped in illusion and ruse
How is it that people can concern themselves
With selling stock and stocking shelves,
Eating fast food and fighting wars,
Driving Hummers and playing sports?
While my thoughts drift through stars and beyond,
And dwell on what sleeps between electrons?
Why can amputees still feel their lost limbs?
And if you’re born lacking an arm, what then?
The modus of chance and the shaping of will
Into forms phantasmal, and yet stranger still,
The right things that happen at just the right time,
And the wrong things that take place the same way, in kind
The language of souls over distances vast
Regardless of future, present, or past
Entangled in stardust and cosmically hewn
The threads thrum in tandem to the groove of the Moon
And the Sun and the Planets and Stars all comply
Billions of times in the blink of an eye
And answer me this, sages of the day…
Why can I author songs of gross complication
Yet not wash the dishes without exasperation?
I can pick words worldly to temper each verse,
Yet can’t decide which fucking dish to wash first!
Fancy that in a suede top hat…
And why can I make friends at world-record rates
Yet can’t ask that damn silly girl on a date?
I hope that she’ll read this and know that it’s her,
But she probably won’t ‘cause she’s kind of a nerd
And builds lots of walls ‘cause she’s painfully shy
And I heard she’d had bad experiences with guys.
I know I’m not prefect and not much for looks
But I’d write her songs and I’m one hell of of a cook
I’m down for adventures and looking at stars
And trading war stories about all of our scars
I’m not crazy, I’m just enthralled
And I don’t want to break down your walls
I just want to admire they way they are built
And know them from every angle and tilt
But enough of that rant, right?
Emo isn’t in fashion tonight…
The squeaky wheel gets the oil,
But I’d rather get the girl.
Oh, Heaven have mercy!
I’d rather get the girl…
Chantal Stafford Abbott
Dream girl candidate.