[Poet's note: I don't know what exactly in the heck this thing is becoming, be it an extended poem, or the beginnings of a song. But the promising nature (in my mind) of this early, unretouched draft still commands publication.]
Mozart, you genius, you are haunting my dreams,
Keeping from peaceful position my means,
To resist the girl that sits by the bay,
And waits patiently for me to return and say:
“Remember the day where once we had lied,
Decided our kiss was the method to hide,
Our sin and our depth and our intimate ways,
The capstone to our now bygone days?”
When prudence dictates now that I must tell you,
No matter if words we had said had been true,
Though our deepest moments have been left now to die,
I will still love you- throughout our goodbye!”
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