By terry
Date: 30 June 2000

Circadian Blue

Old men watch from their doorways
Thinking they see me 
But nobody knows 
The pain-the rage-the fear-the despair-the hope
The infinite capacity for love
My secret heart 
Too much, too little, paint it blue
But paint it true

Young men walk down the sidewalk
Glancing my way
Thinking they see me
When I am obscuring their way
With an assured nod, blessing their day
So they look away
Please look away
Too much too little, paint me blue
But keep it true
Keep it true

I see souls in color 
And hearts as candles
Flickering glow
Blessed signs to a troubled mind
But who can see mine
See the Blue
See the Secret behind the color
The flickering, dying flame
And still say my name
Still say my name

Secret Heart
Secret Ambition
Secret Love
Locked in circadian transition
Is it you?
Could that be true?
A golden soul afire
A heart filled with flaming desire
Is it you?
Can you see through the blue?