Where does the lovely one with the dark skin and golden eyes go
When he needs fresh air?
When he needs to be alone?
Does he sit on the rooftop and watch the crows?
Does he walk in endless circles around the lake?
Does he stare a hole into the sun
Or does he let the moon burn a hole into his eyes?
Will I find him standing quietly
Wrapped in his own darkness
Shrouded in black velvet?
Will it be exactly what I never expected?
Will the falling rain blind us eternally?
Will the rules of the road be forgotten forever?
Son of morning light throws shadows to me
He speaks in a minor key
He lets his voice fill the entire world
He sings his heart through radio waves
He speaks his colors into me