Shrunken Dreams
I sit inside my catacombs
And cry myself to sleep
As pieces of its memory
Lose hopes I couldn't keep
Then wake to sounds of Poetry
I'd spun within these walls
That sent my echoes of lament
To haunt my purple halls
I sleepy-blink Bi Jou Jou in
To sing my Polly song
One more time before our dream
Is forced to move along
While whispering silver music notes
To dance upon my hand
Just to hear them sigh before
They fall as sorrow'd planned
Then Bi Jou Jou says to me
Please close your Emerald eyes
And think about when you were six
Before you knew of lies
Remember baby orphan bird
Who'd yet to touch the sky
You thought somehow that he could learn
By telling him to fly
But soon found out he must be shown
And made some little wings
Then covered them with wrinkled foil
And other shiny things
Your first attempt was pretty rough
Good thing you weren't so tall
But even from your little stance
Your wing broke from the fall
Pollyanna see again
Your wings I've made anew
I found them in the Catacombs
And fixed them up for you
But as I looked upon my muse
I noticed that our eyes
Were level like they used be
When I was small in size
Bi Jou Jou what is going on?
He said pain has to show
And shrinking dreams of yesterday
Can't tick in time to grow
I didn't think my catacombs
Could break inside my heart
Until I felt them die in me
As dreams were torn apart
Then Bi Jou Jou said to me
My dreams would never die
Because he knew my spirit verse
Was not afraid to cry
So now we're nomads wandering
Throughout the sleepy night
Until my Cosmic Catacombs
Can find the will to fight
