| Queen of Cups I�m searching vaguely in the night; Searching the dark to find light. But all I find are dead ends, Alleys taken by my friends Who forever leave my sight. All that I want is something to hold. You must forgive me if I seem bold, But I must ask because no one knows: Is there anything more than shadows? Anything with which I can grow old? Now the time of life is at hand, Still another spec in the sand. Can anyone tell me What I�m supposed to see, And is it something grand? |