To pull the head up from the clouds
Away from sleep the mind aroused
To see the dancers dancing in time
And dancing to show the stars aligned
Freed from bonds and seeded lies
Though not from what they can’t despise
And they all heightened by the prize
In part fulfilled
But part from them must hide
Given value by their rhyme
Held back to keep him proud
…
The belief is always shared
Though no matter how they cry
The winds that chill his heart
Remain as though they’re mine
…
What do they desire?
And what does it become?
When desire unfulfilled allows them all to shine?
The eternal unfulfilled
Given to one and for a time
As long as she would take it
Perhaps to break the old disguise
…
It’s something no one else can give
It’s something that wasn’t meant to be
It’s what he always longs to send
It’s something close to the divine
And all he wants to hear her say…
Is: The Greatest Gift is mine.
Politically Romantic 