Welcome back to my daydreams
The bloodshot imagination killing my afternoon
As your picture brushes aside the obscene
And fills my head with beautiful tunes

My ears have longed to hear you sing
Notes that strike bells within my head
Corner to corner and wall to wall they ring
Just to open my eyes in a lonely bed

Pick a key and find your niche
Such radiance in your lovely pitch
A song to raise the spirits of the damned
To warm the heart of the coldest man

Through the crowd I watched your eyes
Knowing they were never meant for me
Locked in my head, I still hung on each word
As if your voice could set me free

Into the night I wander the streets
Eyes to feet and black concrete
Step by step I can plainly hear
A soft ’goodbye’ whistle past my ear

-Justin Blackstock
01/24/2008