Where Do We Go From Here (Version 2)

Can I write you a verse? Just a word in the course For the song in the water That you can't hear And should I disappear Recall that I was never here Never, in fact, anywhere And would find you in the snow Among the canvases of cream Where the moon plays her terrible strings and we glow In the shadowed cavities of our eyes And in our bones Oh, to feel the numbness, of the cold Would I find you in the fire Burning thoughts for fuel A living sacrifice to knowledge And her, how cruel a jest To skirt the thrust of the mind For the burning of the flesh And what is it? Oh, what is it? That I love Did I create you from an old spring of want? A generous font of dreams Or so it seems Until its dry And we are left, you and I In the dry grass Under summer skies Waiting for something That was never born To die