Past Pandemonium

It’s been too long since the fire started to burn
It’s been so long I don’t know where to turn
Will you be there when the night starts to fall?
Will you be there when I need you most of all?

It’s past pandemonium when you call my name
Without your words on my ear life isn’t the same
Don’t stop looking for me to come
Don’t stop in case I am the one

There are rules that are given in life
Some you can and others you can’t ignore
Have we been down this road before?
And if we have, is this a different door?

Sleep…Baby…Sleep
Dream of how we used to be together
Before the rain started falling and life was just
Another front and Stormy Weather

I’ll braid your hair and try to make fourteen minutes work
I’ll hold you hand and carry your books
I’ll watch your eyes and hope to catch
A lover’s look and smile and the hope of love requited

I’ll hide my love behind Greek tragedy
And promise eternity in hopes you’ll come to me
I’ll launch poetic wonderment and call you Venus
I’ll use quantum theory to shrink the space between us

I’ll feel your loss when you’ve lost something
And I’ll cry when you lay awake at night
I’ll hope you love me and dream that we
Hold each other tight at night and in the light

I’ll write of one thousand ships
And beauty beyond compare
I’ll weave ringlets in your hair
With the purest lover’s care

I’ll follow and dance and sing to you
Watch you walk and sit under the moon
I’ll talk all night and swing next to you
There is nothing by your side that I won’t do

We are past pandemonium
And approaching sanctity with the stars
At light speed and holding hands
In a blur of gravity we become one

Mixed in myth and legend and lore
Composite love and hardened core
Divine intervention and collateral damage
With our love we break barriers and silences and awaken hopes

I’ve felt your touch when others couldn’t
And seen your face when others hadn’t
I’ve known your love when I probably shouldn’t
And I give my self when I said I wouldn’t

Turning left at uncertainty and pausing for life’s cross traffic
Looking at the scenery for landmarks familiar
Finding none and lost again
We’ll make it home but we don’t know when

Aphrodite would cease to be Aphrodite
And Paris would set Helen free
If that is what it takes alas
To keep you here with me
For we are past pandemonium