Random...and Not Remotely Brilliant
The Rain makes me Want Things I can't have.
Moonlight visits and whispers of dragons
Knights and Kings and all for my fancy.
It's beautiful and wistful, but it hurts me so.
Hurts me like fire
Like knives with dull blades
Like watching and listening but never getting to play.
There are lives born at midnight.
Fairie queens and fleeting laughter
Echos of ghosts and giants and knaves
Blessings all falling. Fresh from the heavens.
Dancing like Moonbeams on all of our graves.
I wonder and wander and ponder alone
The thoughts that are given to fools such as I
Rainbows and gold pots and miracles daily
Dropped into my soul from a darkening sky.
Thoughts such as these
Of dragons and Kings, Knights and Faeries
And things I can't have.
Moonlight visits and whispers of dragons
Knights and Kings and all for my fancy.
It's beautiful and wistful, but it hurts me so.
Hurts me like fire
Like knives with dull blades
Like watching and listening but never getting to play.
There are lives born at midnight.
Fairie queens and fleeting laughter
Echos of ghosts and giants and knaves
Blessings all falling. Fresh from the heavens.
Dancing like Moonbeams on all of our graves.
I wonder and wander and ponder alone
The thoughts that are given to fools such as I
Rainbows and gold pots and miracles daily
Dropped into my soul from a darkening sky.
Thoughts such as these
Of dragons and Kings, Knights and Faeries
And things I can't have.