blue roses

we are the lost and wandering
through dark and fitful nights
we are the lost and foundlings
and we can’t seem to get it right
so we stare at up at the sky
the dark spaces ‘tween the stars
and we cry out loud on high
to unanswering avatars

we are the lost there are no landmarks
in the changing snowy age
we run so fast we lose our shadows
but never loose the cage
we are the lost of the self-forsaken age

sometimes the life’s so beautiful like a glass menagerie
casting darts of refracted light to play over you and me
then shatter crack the unicorn’s just an ordin’ry horse
‘cause everybody knows that there’s no real make believe

and the cold wind blows through the shattered groves
and whispers from the trees
that there’s no escaping the relentless march of blind reality
can’t you see?

golden leaves falling down
the streets are paved with gold
and all the trees are falling down
they bow before the cold
should we?

we are the lost where has our road gone?
we are the lost in snow is hope gone?
trackless wilderness…..
we feel we’re all alone
and the snow fills in every step we take

blue roses
i can smell you coming near
blue roses
now the end is near
and i’m lost but now you found me
when no human being could
blue roses come and drown me
take me to the unicorn’s wood