Tender Is The Night

Tender is the night

And all the people sleeping under

Glass walls cage us all

Lips open and close

And produce sound

Meaning is in the mind

Eyes become interpreters

And we are misled

Triumph is in chaos

Chaos that shatters

And draws blood crystals

Crystals that shine in a reddening dusk

Dusk that closes in the arms of  morning

And parts in tears

Tender is the night

And all the people sleeping under

Silent dreams whence calm comes from

That silence noise

And settle on wet grass

Only to turn the world

A deep shade of purple

And recede unto the unconscious

A Beautiful Mind

An undying love I do propose

To a mind that to mine never did repose

In a song or mellow prose

Yet settled in a languishing yellow tune

Evoking lust and poise and deep remorse

And nestled into la vie en rose

Wedded to a happy thought

Of rivers wide that land abates

Of young boys wading through mud

And little girls swinging on gates

Tinkling laughter over valleys low

Receding into winter’s fondest snow

And here I stand

Jilted by a roving thought

A turbulent storm

An innocent child

A worldly bard

A beautiful mind