Pity and Sorrow

Pity and sorrow run for tomorrow
Pretty we borrow
Patches of obsession
Cover the skin
Beauty we win

Love and desire holding it out
without a doubt
Honor and Duty
afraid to speak.
Strangers I seek

Offers to myself
Offers to him.
Creme de la creme.
Bloody and dusty wind sweeps the
sky
Should angels cry?
Would angels cry?

Glory and Shame
whispers our name.
One and the same
Desert and sand
cups in our hand.
Naked we stand.

Steps on the moon.
No poem or tune.
Over the dune.
Under the dune.