Champain

Out over the fields of a thousand picnic mornings-
Into the Champagne distillery, on a dark, but heartfelt night.
Come the angels of love and lust;
Descending upon divinity, that lays dead in the dust......
here they Come- here..... they....Come....

Lady, I can See you with Stars in your eyes;
Your Smile a memory, the horse between your thighs.....
as we Ride..... Ride on through the Shadows;
Wandering..... we're free, Don't ever want to go, They're gonna.....
Take us Away! here they Come- here.... they.... Come....

Out over the moonlit field called, Comely to many;
Wanderers ( you and me ) two lost Souls, who died in another's arms.-
Aimless, in the Champagnes liquid of eternal life;
So thick it's existence, to be Severed with a bloodied knife.....
Who are these people of vagabond, heartless, no love futures?
Just, you and me.... alone, on the Sea of eternal life.....
to be drank by the Gods, for our Souls, and Flesh.... are their....
Chilled.... Aged Champagne.... Our blood their Wine
here they Come- here... they ... Come.....
they Come.....
they Move....
they Breath.......


    7/9/91