The Man In the Cloak

To the man in the cloak The drop of water in a glass of tequila The moment of silence between cries The kiss of sanity between storms To the whisper in the dark The hidden notes in a hymn The mask behind the paint The eyes behind the tears To the mime with speakers The one who plays the joker.. When the king is on his head The one who fools, in fear of being fooled To the one who saves by burying Shadowing his ashes in fear that the black will stain the ravens But the wings are spread, always have been Waiting for the shadows to burn the numb feathers To the funeral wrapped in circus To the blood painted with syrup From the blink black pouring raven To the man in the cloak