I live in luminescent candlelight,
To whisper on the edges of your brain;
I roam in velvet shadows, cloaked in night,
Or float within an ancient, odd refrain.
I visit the incurably insane,
Who in my presence do not shake with fright;
For they have nought to lose, and less to gain --
I live in luminescent candlelight.
In poets and musicians I delight,
For always in their heads they hear the strain
Of ghostly music, stirring second sight --
To whisper on the edges of your brain.
Beneath your satin bedsheets I have lain,
As restlessly you toss from left to right;
You close and bar your windows all in vain --
I roam in velvet shadows, cloaked in night.
Your wild imaginations I excite,
And weave forbidden pleasure from your pain.
To you I sing your sad, forsaken plight,
Or float within an ancient, odd refrain;
And when at last a frigid, winter rain
Falls down and you must pull your wrappings tight,
I ride in silence on the midnight train,
And you are free of me; but never quite --