I had come across this man,
shock in my expression...

To dream up of such a man
you wish you could have...

There is a man who stands
shrouded in the cloudy...

Through the broken carnage,
of torn bodies, and destroyed cars...

The stillness of an autumn night
The magnificence of a fall night sky...

I know these demons that haunt you,
That live inside you...

He is probably sitting at home,
Tearing off the tabs of them Miller Beer cans...

I know his smile,
Better than people think...

When I close my eyes;
I dream of wings of feathers...

From afar a wolf cries--
echoing mournfully...

As he gave her a flower--
its scent alluring and seductive...

In the shade of the moonlight,
With the wind twining its false fingers through...