THE EYES OF YOUR ADMIRER

EYES OF YOUR ADMIRER

When the fountain showers its waters,
Melancholy to the summer rain,
Go find a cloud in your brain
Soft and white and unspoiled.

Go find a white cotton dream
And sail upon that dream
And let that cotton dream
Soak up the blood of your sorrow,
And when the dream’s soft whiteness
Heals your lost tomorrow,
Come back to earth,
Where the madness shall be bearable again.

I will be the cloud of snow white
For you to lay your head upon.
Look into the eyes of your admirer.

The ludicrous trappings of existence do not suffocate
When the snow white cloud of your admirer
Engulfs you in a dream.
The pervasive sadness will shriek into oblivion
And fade like withered goblins.

When the fountain showers its waters,
Joyfully to the summer sun,
Come back to earth where you can find your way
Through the stealthy shadows of another day.

The madness goes into the pure white sun of new salvation.

I will be that cloud of snow white for you to lay your head upon.
Look into the eyes of your admirer.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 1983
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