(For Louis, From Claudia)

Remember my name when you play your game
Remember the words we spoke softly.
I plot and I scheme, but never succeed,
For your heart is too pure for the breaking.
I loved you before and I'd love you again
If only you had let me begin.
The road that I walk is cold and deserted,
A road that none choose on their own.
The road that I walk is harsh and unruly,
A road where we often do end.

Remember my name when you pray to your Gods
Whoever and where ever they be.
Speak softly of me when you tell your tale
Of how your life ended then began.
Explain to the world what they don't understand,
That mine was a love pure and true.
A love for our maker, a love for you,
Torn bitter by hate and desire.

Tell me that I'm not a child; don't let me die in sorrow.
Porcelain and fragile, perhaps my make rang but true,
But to change it I would, for one as old as you.
Eyes full of grace, years full of haste,
Tell me I'll live for tomorrow.
A whisper, a tear, yesterday's fears,
A kiss on the cheek and you're gone.
A lover, a father, these things that you offer
Mean nothing to me while we're here.
Come far away to a place down the road
Where you will be able to see
A lover, a mother, the things I long to be.

Dreams are not things that come from our mind,
Dreams are the things we long to see, long to be.
A place in the world we truly belong,
A place on this planet to call my home.
An angel of darkness that lives in the night,
Return my soul before you take flight.
Out of the windows, into the arms of another
Lay me in bed, love me instead,
Enfold me in the stars of heaven.

--February 2001--