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by
Lady in Red and Andrew Scott
Covered in velvet blankets of darkness
Another night has fallen,
Holding a grip on my lonely heart.
Chained to invisible distant bonds
I've found and lost my kindred spirit,
Leaving me forever to wander.
For now all seems lost;
Without him I do not exist.
Bittersweet memories haunt me,
Stabbing like the singing blade
Of the sword of my life's melody,
Leaving me in utter despair
For him, my love lost in time.
The audience awaits in utmost anticipation
With eyes afire - Compelling desires,
Yearning for words to escape
This craving heart and restless soul,
While the first words float into the sphere,
Leaving a shiver behind;
Everything turns to blackness.
My invisible chains are broken;
My dream ship sets sail
To the starry yard of Heaven's door,
Where memories and dreams find hope,
Leading my craving soul
To him, my love lost in time.
To find his eyes, vision of love,
Passionate mirrors of his soul,
Fulfilling my being with utter delight.
His gentle face, his touch light as a feather,
A kiss soft upon my lips
Like a summer breeze,
Showing the way home
To universal awareness of love beyond all times.
Finding fulfilment and uttermost despair
When slowly the cold and gloomy reality
Returns to the Blue Light Café,
Where grown men secretly wipe their eyes
Touched by the purest emotion of love.
They weep for a love lost;
For him, my love lost in time.
Will I ever see him again?
A crystal tear escapes my weeping soul,
Leaving my inner being to fall apart
Into a thousand shattered dreams;
While despair sings her own symphony,
The audience is in ecstasy.
I bow my head, unable to speak;
Watching the tears drip from my lost and searching heart,
To their sisters on the wooden floor,
Wrapped in my velvet blanket
Of melancholy and despair.
I'm ready to leave the stage.
Again I, Lady in Red, sang my song
Of him, my love lost in time … Andrew Scott
Part 2, by Andrew Scott
In the cold bottomless depth of darkness
Pinpoints of passion ignite and die in ash
While trials of gray desire snake to the ceiling.
Transient shadows flicker over vessels of loss
Filled with cheap vodka, gin and beer.
Silently they wait.
They wait to see…
Wait to hear…
Wait to feel…
Wait to be.
They wait.
Their vigil shatters with a single solitary CLICK!
Diffused light cuts the gray, spotting the far wall.
Bloodshot portals to lost souls,
In false unity cast stares toward the shimmering veil of blackness.
The curtain parts
And from its depth ascends
Every man's demon
And every man's angel.
Every man's Sin
And every man's hope for Salvation.
The Lady in Red.
Slow sultry strides undulate a ruby sea of sequins.
Each step stabbing a million points of light
Into the unconsciousness of the dark's denizens.
White satin skin framed in long curls of fire
Spread a canvas for twin sparkling sapphires,
A gentle slope of sophistication,
And painted blood red lips.
They see.
Long delicate porcelain hands caress the microphone
Drawing it close.
Lips part…
Breasts swell…
And Heaven weeps for the sound
Of a voice purest color blue
Echoing all the pain that has ever been
Where true love lies lost.
She sings…
They hear.
Pain and passion,
Flowing streams to a yearning sea
Where time and tide keep with a moon that howls
Desire for a distant sun.
Long she has waded in dark waters
Where sailors cast unwelcome lines,
Her siren's song drawing each in kind
Only to be rejected against the rocks of memory.
For all their efforts
She will only succumb to one.
They feel.
A silent tear answers a silent end
And for the briefest moment
It is held in the broken heart of every listener
Each taking their sip and knowing the bitter taste.
It is what they came for.
It is all she offers.
The teardrop falls towards the stains of its sisters.
Descending into the depths of dark despair
And with it the hope of lost love.
Out reaches the hand of memory
Saving the priceless jewel.
"I believe this belongs to me."
"Andrew?"
"Yes Red, it's me."
"Time to go home”.
©Copyright Lady in Red & Andrew Scott 2001
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