the fantasy is in a crimson headdress
beside the bed
reality is on the bedroom floor
where we left it
the night before
perceptions in the mirror
burning like a candle
and other happenings
less inclusive than we thought
if the connection is valid
as I hope it is
than once removed it should be simple
to fit into a little room
tucked away
another groove / another tune
an accidental accent leads to conversation
hold the handle before you consider
pushing open the door
enter as you need
she's off to the east side again
beyond the Pacific sea
she's doing the hokey pokey
a call in the morning will do you good
after the bills are paid
the dishes are put away
the bed is made
and no one can remember
don't forget to pack up your socks and paints
pray we resemble one another
wash behind your ears
from time to time / until time is done
we are the shadows we cast
the light in a stranger's glance
and that is only the start of it
she shakes
he fades
into another sunset
