Absinthe

and the light of the world manifests within the elixir, the soul of Paris resides at the bottom of this glass..and I feel an echo of a madness restrained...And I will go and run into the night searching for sparks of communion.. I sit on the lotus of the moon and grow anxious...I feel duende rise up my spine.. The suffering of life and being opened by life's betrayal..To stand at the edge of the Seine and still scream "OUI!" with tears flooding my soul. Under the bridge I cry your name, over the tracks these boulevards burn with shards of memory and dream and hit the cobblestone paths and ancient alleys with the colors of tears that blend the line of beauty and terror. The rain pours and the pavement screams, and they tell me freedom is just another place to hide..What was it that I was just saying? What was it that forgot this world is at war...and that I still speak peace with a sword in my hand.. The son of an angel and a devil, which one of you shall sit on my shoulder and speak the loudest tonight? My lungs fill with the smoke of dreams, the numbing resound of sad and lonely stars. What was this silence that just broke the dreams of purity.. I sit with the insence flooding my nostrils and the world dissapears in a bittersweet melange of blood and aching heartbeats... Smoke.... The world is blurry through the tears and laughter...Is that a door opening in the alley? Oh the beautiful fading light of that hidden cabaret! The sweet sad droning of tragedy and triumph burning in the heart of wonder and daydream...I walk with wings on fire. I walk on and forget these things that make life a dream..For I am just a dream you and I? We are just dreams... And I dream that I am not insane...I dream I'm not...I dream I'm not...