Something Weird

I climbed the golden ladder,
and swam the silver streams,
and kissed the lovely adder
who promised all my dreams.

And while I dream in technicolor
but live in black and white
I fear my past is shaded duller
in the fires of the night.

And the fire whispered to me
and the darkness gripped my hand,
I tried to cry for mercy
but my lips tasted only sand.

And so the dunes embalmed my heart
and the vultures picked my soul.

And yet
He wept
at the
touch of
death on
fallen
man.

And yet
I wept
to know
the touch
of the
living
God.

And yet.