Begging; Still.

**My apologies for the long winded length of this**



I dreamed a dream of dreams tonight
Of near fuscia
Neon confusion
Softly embroidered in off opal finite failure chlorine fusion
And pale coma fractured hindsight
Cloaking her true emotions choked down
Under the dusk of my executioner hood
She was lying on her back, all alone
With the meter reading flatline
But her eyes, they shined through in insecure feline intensity
Begging; still:

"What's there left for me to see
When you've shown me everything short of heaven?"

So I try - to remind
By drawing my fingers
Along her smile line and press
The rosary cross against her lips
In the hopes
Of one last...you know...
For what she loved more than us

I try - to find
The words I used to get
Her first glance my way
The night we first met
How her skin felt like snow
On a gray Denver morning
The fervor of two lovers passion burning
Heavy breathing panting breath hanging in the air
Begging; still to warm each other on those days
It was just too cold to get out of bed.

I try - to define
For her the realization
That even the best days
Might turn to rain drop broken fantasies
Defensive bearing struggles
Hidden walls, scabs, scars and falls
That if she just held on...

But she tells me her touch, her smile
Her warmth and laughter
Soon hereafter
Will fade and dim, as I will
As her eyes slowly close on me

And I allow my own
To release their grip on wishful thinking
Begging; still:

"You owe me an apology."

So I'll dream a dream of her tonight
To wake from the reality
That stars fall
And surpass the irony
That even true love has a price to pay

In the end.