A Light Song

Why do you signal and summon me?

Why do you gesture?

The earth's a fantastical toy

With a mystical vesture.

The sun is a gas balloon

That goes hobbledehoy,

And all of the stars that I see

Are dreams of a boy.

Honor's a fairy tale after my heart,

And love is a joke.

Beauty's a trull who'll drink with me

Until I am broke.

All that I doubt I believe.

Belief somehow twists,

Till I'm not sure I've a sleeve

And I question my wrists.

I do not know if I'm hot

Or if I am cold.

Although I am young I believe not,

And I am not old.

If there is gladness I'm glad;

If dignity, grave.

If there is evil I'm bad;

If eternity, brave.

So why signal and summon me?

Why do you gesture?

The earth's a fantastical toy

With a mystical vesture. ~