You never say Good Bye

Hark, I hear the mourning dove
coos it's mournful tune
as the I drift from this planet
from the earth to the moon

 
frayed peices of paper
smoldering in the fireplace hearth
as I look at pictures on the mantel
wipe these bloody teardrops
from cobalt eyes, thinking

that you never say good bye


Man above, threads the needle
with copper coil, not thread
pokes through my serpent skin
makes sure I'm good and dead

as shooting stars stitched
across these misty eyes
prominent gentlemen wave
hello, but not good bye
as my feet glide, off the ledge
a swan dive, back to life

but you never say good bye

 
So I dwell in the darkness
a hooded figure, in disguise
 the wizard flips the hourglass
in his wounded hands

as elegant as death
space means tranquility  
perhaps...then I will forget
about the pitter-pattering
of the drumsong, and flowers
they will bloom again

you never said good bye...why?


back on earth, the grain threshed
stalks of grain stacked...as the steam rises
O' it rises in those purple skies
with my eyes directed at the sunset
I board my rocketship,

as shadows blur out visions
an unfortunate fate, befalls
humankind, they are lead by their hearts
whilst I'm able to shut it off
like a lamp on the night stand
as I wipe these crimson teardrops
from my motionless in white face
staring at pictures of you, leaving this place

and wondering,
why you never said good bye?