The Cowboy on the Road
I can’t take that back. Look in my eyes and tell me what you see— Is it love, is it a deep forsaken dream, The rust falling at our feet? Angry, vicious daughter, Smoky afternoon. Soon utopia will be gone, And your wings will be too. Risen or lurking, A path, a myth, the sun. A sympathy of a man Whose never seen a sinking light. Look into my soul and tell me what you see— Is it life, is it a cowboy on the road? I think I see him too. A heinous golden star Pushing through the sand, A loop, a look, the moon, A sing-song bird, featherless, And acting too much like you. Look into my face and tell me what you see— Is it beauty, is it an angry, vicious daughter? Think again, Or never speak again. Is it lovely, or a double-mirrored ghost? Monday will be January, Summer will be a week, And the cowboy on the road Will burn beneath my skin. Look for me and tell me where you are— Is it a place, is it an endless walk to Neverland? Shower me in fairy dust, I will be easier to find. I want this...