the piper makes a margin call
and you pay with silver
a Judas kiss placed on the lips
of dreams that leave you quivering
shadows stretch across the lawns
the traffic lights are red
thoughts race through a busy mind
as you downshift in dread
nothing that was promised
has come forth in fruition
going past the mountains
with all of their superstitions
on you drive past sleeping valleys
nestled in open ranges
the sun sinks low--night settles in
but the crescent moon looks strange
damn the piper and the devil's dues
the deck was always stacked
you paid with your heart and soul
and it's too late to turn back
an oasis at the end of your long trail
a dip in the pool of Heaven's sweet Grace
how did you know that this was the place?
a sanctuary for keeping all of your secrets safe
out it all pours as stardust from the dipper
flecked with gold specks, shining in the moon's light
words written carelessly in black and on white
cause for reflection in the dead of my night
sleep that evades me and dreams that don't come
as the sun starts to fade and evening soon befalls
I try to make sense out of nothing at all
but the piper is insisting on his margin call
nothing will I tell, your secrets not divulge
like a Priestess to a penitent, I lock it all in
I offer absolution for all of your sins
lighting a candle of peace for you my sweet friend