I am the mad artist of your soul.
With broad brushstrokes I swirl Infinity
Across the dark places behind your eyes,
Across the hidden places
Of your forbidden mind.
Rainbows dance where the sun never shines,
Hope puts forth hesitant tentacles,
Love? Ah, but love springs eternal!
It drips from my palette in chaotic swirls,
And touches something deep inside
That lies curled, hidden from the light.
Reality flees. You wantonly abandon yourself
To the soft elven kisses of my art.
Feather-light, my brush-strokes caress your eyelids
With the promise of things to be.
Unrestrained in my madness I unerringly paint
Your darkest desires, your hidden dreams,
And give them form and substance
And depth and colour, as they emerge
And dance across the misty landscape
Of our mutual dream.
And as you lie like the sacrificial lamb
Dreaming the dream which never ends,
I labour at my canvass, while your heart
Beats inside the gilded cage
Captured trembling, in the mad reflection
Of my twilight eyes.