DAZZLE WITH BRILLIANCE

DAZZLE WITH BRILLIANCE
(FOR DEBORAH HARRY)

You dazzle with brilliance, like a cat you prowl the stage.
Oh, your hair is beautiful, your clothes are all the rage.

How I’d love to have the bravery to seize the day like you
And belt a song with that voice divine,
That consummate cool.

A seasoned performer with sass and with style,
You make my lover’s gentle face ignite in such a smile.

Your platinum blond hair, teeth white as the ocean,
You light up the sky with the power of punk,
Rocking out with a passionate shout,
Mixing your magical potion.

Dreaming is free, and how my true love dreams of you.
One way or another how he schemes
To nab two seats on the very front row.
To touch your hand as you sway across the floor,
To catch your glance as you glide to and fro.

And more than this, so much more.
His heart of glass that melts when captured by your voice,
Tide rising high with a glorious noise.

With Matt on the keyboards, Paul and Leigh jamming,
Chris plays behind you, Clem pounds the drums.
Breathless we watch you, awestruck and dumb.

The crowd dances pretty in the palm of your hand,
Lost souls found on your island grand.
And Rapture fills the imported air,
Passion mixed with a whiff of danger.
Rip her clear to shreds and leave the sad bitch lying there.

Cruise on, cruise on, and tear those rose petals with your teeth.
Let the errant remnants fall, but leave behind the memories sweet.
A talent most atomic, attitude that bristles through.
You leave the stage to wild applause, we motherfuckers love you.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2008
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED