I spent all nightweaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautifulwhen you wear my light.

Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts.

Your handtouching mine.This is howgalaxiescollide.

For once,engulf,not air,but hope.For once,breathe on,a firm belief!

Walk the midway and hear the carnival barker.Come see the freak named after his deceased father.Come see the prince who wants to abdicate his throne.Come see the son whose name is carved on a gravestone.