Creed

Tomorrow the sun may rise

But Forever is still a lie

Forever

How could he believe in forever?

And if there should be forever...

whose fault was it that there was not?

They say there's always a woman to blame.

Freedom

If you should see her

on some street at Alamo

remember to tell her how very well I'm doing.

Of all the love I've found

to get and get again by giving

of all the nights you've called and found me not at home.

Tell her, please, my friend,

how full are my days

how warm my nights  with every star a promise.

If she should ask,

or even if she doesn't,

smile and tell her how much I love  my precious freedom.

Wine has never been so sweet

nor flowed so freely

all the promises of neon lights are filled and filled again.

Tell her, if you know,

about all the midnights

never say what you have seen at dawn.

Midnight

How easily you kill  a dream--

all the while believing

that the dream and the dreamer

are not the same.

Killer

The others, "they",

All railed at me, "Truth is a lie.

Love an impossible dream,

dying with the birth of day."

But all their...

Screaming and ranting

could never kill my dreams;

could never make me believe.

But you, my darling, you convinced me

with a smile and a kiss.

DREAM

 

I think I can sleep now

and maybe I'll dream

A mind clouded by drink and hurt and lonely

may conjure up dreams of old loves....

and, after all, aren't they best?

 

They cannot cause new hurt;

remember the best parts

and...forgive the rest

Why can't some of us let go

when we know we should?

 

We should be content to have had love...

to remember love as it was.

We should remember and hold the best

and never, never cry for dead yesterday

and un-born and un-conceived tomorrow.

 

But tears will stain my pillow tonight

and tomorrow as yesterday

And, God help me, I will sleep in yesterday

and I will be - when dawns break on future tomorrows

A little less than free.

In sober moments...fewer and fewer of them...he had to consider that there
was certainly a woman at the heart of the matter...still it was the void within himself that pulled him to self-destruction.  Her fault? Not really. Too young to even think about forever.  Her own needs too new to her  for her to even contemplate his.  A lot left to explore...an entire world.
Paths diverged.  That was all...just paths going in different directions and probably no one's fault at all.
Because he forgave her for her youth he believed that the shame must be his.
Perhaps he was never really meant to see forever in any firelight.
Perhaps there was only neon.

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