Alone in Life and Death

Oh sweet flower that blooms beneath my tickled nose
Whose scent fills my head with the pollen of desire
If I were a younger man I would seek comfort in your eyes
To beat hearts with you under the hot summer sun
Would be nirvana and an expression of selfishness
Even if the distance between us was not so great in miles and years
I could not ask you to love one so old and broken as I
For I am destined to live my fading days drifting in the mist of loneliness
No woman would desire the touch of a man who cannot satisfy her yearning
To be made love to, to be filled with the seed of life
Even if the miles could be carved away like stone under a chissel's edge
What good would the hands of an artist be if he cannot sculpt the beauty he sees?
And as you reach full bloom, my color fades and withers into a tower of dust
Never to be touched by your lovlinees and only to be blown by the wind
Oh how I long to be loved by one whose beauty runs from her surface to her soul
And glows brightly beyond her skin from the warmest light within
But such is the stuff of dreams swollowed by the nightmares of the mind
That wake into a crumbled reality of earthquakes and lava flows
That bury my heart so deep beneath my shattered spirit
You would not want what is left if by chance an eruption expelled my remains
I could never ask, no, not even hope for your delicate innocense to save me
I have no choice but to accept my fate that my life and death will be alone