She Came And She Touched Me

she Came And She Touched Me with hands made of velvet reflections sent spinnin' through a face laced in mist. and I stand where she left me buried deep 'neath her shadow and mirror pleads sadly has it all come to this and I wonder, will she call my name where the wind careens madly through wide windows paneless fragrances mingle in a room full of shade and peons pick partners and waltz 'cross the ceiling but the violins whisper, have I been betrayed tryin' not to look ashamed. where the drunkards drink deeply from cups full of nothin' it's ghost-lover's laugh at the games that they play while moments do summersaults into eternity cling to their coat-tails and beg them to stay sayin' I got nothin' to hide. where illusions projected on walls made of tiffany mad minuets to a sad satin song the harlequin mandolins harmonize helplessly hoping that endlessly won't last for long prayin' that their god ain't died. the I turn and I see her in a dress made of moonlight teardrops like diamonds slide slow down her face and her arms they surround me like chains made of velvet and the demons fall faithfully into their place and the rivers run with jewels. now the morning lies open, the night went quite quickly memory harmlessly fractures and fades all the poets do push-ups on carpets of rubber foam loudly they laugh at some joke that's been made and the wise men speak like fools.