angel eyes

[jikan myshkin]

Angel eyes shine like diamonds
From the shadows of the mind
Dostoyevskyian princes purple the
Night with terrors untold
Quaking in their boots
Before the countenance of the Lord
The moon casts shadows on their pale faces,
The faces of many legends told

Torn heroines stumble from page to page
Illuminated by their spectral glow
Their dresses red like the night
Mysteries in their being
All humbled before the Lord
Their faces conceal the truth
All for love and love for none
In the blink of an eye they are gone

Men of letters discus their own genius
Of which they think no one can understand
Their boots are worn through
Their breath and their dreams
Flooded by intoxication
Weep through the grey dawn
Standing against the wall hoping for a song bird
To lead them out of the gloom

Waltzers waltz, the poet dreams
Troubled by all the beauty that he sees
Dreams are made from the strands of prayers
Cast adrift in the ether
Morning is here, my love
It is time to leave
My heart belongs to a river
Flowing through the eastern streets