Dance with me as I
stalk amongst the red
and black that is my soul.
Forget about the past
for it is merely a dream
that can not be recaptured.

Let us dine on red as we
forget about the past.
Let us be one with the future,
but never forget the tragic past.
Let me remember you once,
as I kiss the the red in
my glass.

All is but a memory of regret,
but all is but a memory of
my hopes and dreams of you.
So drink the red as I enter
your haze.

So let the band play on
as we dine amongst red,
and let us dream about youth
that obviously has gone by.
Let regret be our dishes,
and hope be our wine.

So dine with me on this august hope.
Forget about the past for
each moment is always haunted
by pieces of you.

10/22/2004

Posted on 10/23/2004
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