Requiem

And then there are roses in violent red
And the cats seething in fury
And there is the sudden tenderness
Starting the violence anew

And there are the throes of passion
By inebriation awakened, by inebriation undone
And then there is a guilt and pangs of distress
Of hidden feelings that have become

Of feelings that never were
And are a lonesome tenderness anyways now
For there feelings ill begotten
They're stolen now, but they're home

And then there is a tender sadness
For the feelings were ill begotten
But they were feelings that were genuine
And a tenderness that was hurt

For whatever the feelings may have been
They were never our own
They belonged to a couple of strangers
Inebriated to the core

High on the ambience and the sensitivities
Of a gentle nudge and winsome smile
For they were the feelings of a stranger
And now are just a tender sadness.

- 19 November 2005 0559 hrs