He was I
And I am he
Not a question if I wanna be
Let me fade to black
I am dying
But I won't tell
I was beautiful
Did you notice?
What was that you said?
The wind carried your words away
Before my ears could taste them.
What did you see?
I need your eyes for mine
Are rusty with too many tears.
What meant you?
I meant to mean the world to you
So busy living beyond my means.
And what of your dreams?
I would be your heroic tenor
But I fear I only number among the supernumeraries.
My grandmother's guitar hangs next to my bed
A wedding present from my grandfather to her
The label inside says 'Orpheus'
Orpheus and Gammy and Papa long dead but still singing
Next to a photograph I surprised out of Mayme
A smile by the lake in Paradise
I tried to teach myself to tease music from those strings
So many summery lifetimes ago
Bloody fingers for all my fumblings
How I wish you were here
To kiss away that pain and this
And those things dimly known
That will not brook elucidation
Do they hide from the light
Or are they mere and merely invisible?
Hold it in your hands
This deliciousness of silk and hemp
Make it big as a wall if you will
But what then of holy intimacy?
My grandmother was born there
Great grandmother too
They never met Burt Reynolds
Not that they ever mentioned
But Gammy might have had
A subscription to Playgirl
She was always full of surprises