Lady Jade
I lie awake staring at the ceiling, like a thousand times before.
Drop another pill from frustration, pull on some clothes, walk out the door.
The music sounds so crisp and clear, gliding down the sidewalk like a ghost.
It numbs the space between my ears, these are the times I love the most.
She comes on strong, my Lady Jade,
Trees and buildings slowly fade.
No one to see my free skate style,
Or my disturbing eerie smile.
Love is like a butterfly, I'm too scared to let one land.
Too numb to even realize when one flies right by my hand.
All I do is sort the bills, work the job, wait until I'm paid.
In the pre-dawn hours I go flying....... just me and Lady Jade.
I change CD's by a fancy restaurant, I must've passed a thousand times.
Staring through the window at a table, as the music fills my mind.
I imagine having dinner, with a woman I hold dear.
Her laughter full of tinkling sounds, like a crystal chandelier.
Then all at once I am engulfed in brilliant light of day,
St. Pete's finest on patrol shines me down then drives away.
I'm left swaying on my rollerblades, as a new song fills my mind,
the streets are empty, clean and grey, but I'm running out of time.
Approaching dawn now eats the stars and sheds her violet light,
Then comes a sound so faint at first, it cuts into the night.
A sad and mournful echo, to softly fading stars.
The tired sound assaults the air, just another mornings' cars.
(Most of this came from a bittersweet poem written about 10 years ago in the early stages of lithium therapy. Lady Jade symbolizes Visteril, a mild sedative that controls anxiety. )
