Plantagenet sat in a glorious cathedral... 
     Surrounded by art work and city lights and the laughter of swirling sycophants. Illuminated by the stained glass, he was turned to shades of violet, red and blue.
     Don't you love us? Don't you love us anymore?
     But in the middle of a party, another party, he sat beside his window fingering the edges of a crisp, white envelope. Indigo eyes, richer color than the window, lifted to the images of those attending. Images on parade. How did I get here?

Oh no, I see... A spiderweb is tangled up with me, And I lost my head, The thought of all the stupid things I said...

     And he rose from where he sat. He rose without goodbyes. A stained glass shadow, he abandoned the remainder of the reminders. This is what it is like to be without you.

O no, what's this? A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle, So I turned to run, The thought of all the stupid things I've done...

     And then the coast was at his side, with sheer rock faces and an indigo tide. He followed the curving path and thought of landing at your door. What would you do? What will you do when you see him?

I never meant to cause you trouble, And I never meant to do you wrong, And I, well if I ever caused you trouble, O no, I never meant to do you harm...

     The coast was lined with trees and the evening was darkening. So many stars. It was light enough. Light enough for him to see. Oregon . And he leaned into the curves on a motorcycle that was just as well a jet. Hours and images behind him. All there was ahead of him was you. And the rain began. And he laughed. It saved him from crying.

Oh no I see, A spider web and it's me in the middle, So I twist and turn, Here I am in my little bubble...

     And someone said Hello and someone said Goodbye . He stepped inside and put his helmet down. The rain fell on your carpet from his sleeve. And among the people who filled your house, the lifted glasses and the silent toasts, he quietly watched you. No one knew him. It was the first peace he had had in years. No one knew him and he could hide in a corner and watch you. This is what it was like to be with you. And he smiled to himself...

Singing, I never meant to cause you trouble, I never meant to do you wrong, And I, well if I ever caused you trouble, O no, I never meant to do you harm...

     When the crowd receded and it was almost day, he was the only one who remained...

Posted by rowan at January 01, 1998 10:07 PM