Like raging rivers,/
my muse for you refuses/
to be falsely dammed.
OR
Like raging rivers,/
my muse refuses to be/
ignorantly dammed.
Like raging rivers,/
my muse for you refuses/
to be falsely dammed.
OR
Like raging rivers,/
my muse refuses to be/
ignorantly dammed.
Is your heart still/
not available?/
As you aggressivly face me,/
and passionately embrace me,/
I can’t tell.
Welcome home to green/
trees, cold mists, verdant hills, thou/
sun-drenched rain goddess.
Alone with morning/
thoughts, my arms are empty, though/
my heart overflows.
I am really shocked/
and surprised at how fast I /
miss you and your smile.
I dream alone in/
Hot tub mists, recalling she/
Who I’m learning of.
Just in case you don’t/
remember how much I miss/
you: It’s true. I do.
Just like in Excaliber the lady of the lake,
her head floating in the mist,
words wafting across the waves,
comes the new love story:
The Princess and the Peon.
—
Concept of a movie where a guy, playing like he’s German, with an accent, meets a movie starlet. He asks her questions, feigning ignorance. She falls for him.
The problem…
he’s from Wisconsin, not Munich.
So it’s either a short:
“I’m from Milwaukee”
“You’re an idiot!”
OR she goes on to fall for him anyway… despite the deception. Or was it merely street art?