Silver Plated Love

The phone rang through the
stillness of the room
Like some obscure art form
of long ago
An unexplored voice over the
receivers electric buzz
Channels of thought flow over
brain caverns
A million naked babies
are dancing on the moon

Welcome to the world of
the silent masses
The corridors of time
searched
The Messiah is coming
are ready
Looking past us, lifeless and hollow
a wave of thyme

Drifting and saluting
the crimson tide
Mulberry bushes and lost
nursery rhymes
Faces flushed and embarrassed
stockings round your ankles
Listen to the rhythmic feet
of one million naked babies
dancing on the moon
Don't question this, my love
this is beyond us
This is beyond the ancient sea
Beyond you and me
To say this heart
has not suffered
To say that one silent vow
was not offered
And in the silent moments
of the rising moon
I saw a silver arrow
stick my shriveled heart
Now the stillness of my life
is broken by the phone
I must find the secrets
of this
This unexplored voice,
this hidden purpose
And still the little ones
are eating at my soul

This spring of my life
has been invaded
By a cold winter wind
blowing through my thoughts
I miss the warm ideas
I use to have
But I built up this wall and now
There is no salvation
And still the little ones
Are eating at my soul
What of wedding vows
and wet kisses
What of lacy valentines
and pretty poems
Love songs are so old
and so common
And the world is full
Of half-truths and lunatics

Were those soft lips
too good to be true?
Was I dreaming
was I deceived
Isn't it funny that there
are no emotions
There are no truths
Only a million naked babies
dancing on the moon...