The artful tricks of time keep pulling out those hazy memories.
Tugging my heart strings, the ones so delicately tied to yours.
I thought I had them cut and tied,
but those lines of love's illusions
Dream themselves up so beautifully in raggedly painted landscapes
And you, the artful master of my destruction
turn tragedy into beauty
With nothing but a stroke and the semblance of time.
The cruel trick of turning seconds into aeons
of desolation into longing forgiveness
A trickle of excitement at the thought of your Stroke
Beautifully, masterfully painted pain...
Reality you need to be a
Reality you need to be a friend of mine...
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."