To Helena (To Whom I Barely Know)
Today we gazed from afar, on my clearer days, I’ve seen you near
And wasn’t it strange to lose hope, on that stale fear?
You’ve contained yourself in a miscreant castle, only to have seen your stumble
But was it worth avoiding all that trouble?
The world looks down upon you, and you upon it, ,you always quit!-
But if you turned over, you’d feel stars at arm’s length
Oh, Helena you give me strength!
And your choked companion can’t bear all he can’t ever understand
And you know there’s no panacea in some faraway land
Dream with me to St. Augustine, we’ll dry up all the old hope
And give it to all the lifeless forms, the jester and the pope
I’ve seen your hand and it’s full of blank cards, you’ve torn half and burned one
And never gave yourself to the bards, and look out, don’t get that gun!
I know I haven’t quenched your fears, a simple smile would barely suffice
And you’ve never flown into the night, you’re afraid you won’t entice!
You never asked yourself how you found this place,
This place it came to you
You’ve given downtrodden communes,
A smile and a wave or two
And they seek you out for what you are, but only you and I know who!
Dream with me to St. Augustine, we’ll dry up all the old hope
And give it to all the lifeless forms, the jester and the pope
I’ve seen your hand and it’s full of blank cards, you’ve torn half and burned one
And you never gave yourself to the bards, and look out, don’t get that gun!
The faithful men of Holy Oaks talk behind closed doors
They won’t have you in their home; they’ll gladly see you in their stores
And you know even the leper lives in a gated garden throne
But Helena, we both know you’re always walkin home
Your simple words I can barely see, they’ve been already carved in stone
But what’s a garden full of pebble’s, unless it’s all you’ve known!
Dream with me to St. Augustine, we’ll dry up all the old hope
And give it to all the lifeless forms, the jester and the pope
I’ve seen your hand and it’s full of blank cards, you’ve torn half and burned one
And never gave yourself to the bards, and look out, don’t get that gun!
Now He-Lena can’t you see, the world’s spin is waitin on you
Dampen the fire in the cave and the shadows won’t dance for you
But oh, Helena, can’t you see
The shadow hides alone
Dear Helena, may you never be, alone.
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To Helena