Helen's song

You want, the sunshine to paint rainbowson a polished flooryou want, heaven neatly packagedfrom a summer storma space to lick your nightmaresinfinity arranged somehow in human forma mirror for your ecstasyan interstellar highwaybought without the cost& so much more.I am the face that broke a thousand heartswithout a thoughta Helen watching armies marching past my doora catalyst I offer gifts you've long been searching forbut I’ll take you high,too far I fear from the safe and warm.I love the twilight, open night, the river’s callthe soft breath of my sleeping sonfever in a lover’s eyes disputes round an open firehands that hold with fingers intertwinedyou see I need it all.There is no answer to the riddle snaking at your feetI'm no Desdemona honey, nor is shebut remember in your early mornings there is always me& I am free at last from bondage baby,to just be me.