DAVID BRENNAN
Where flicks the eye
of the girl so shy?
Who hides her face
behind her hair?
Who wears a coat so dark it seems
Her way could never change
She is not mine
She is not yours
She walks the world as free
Some come
Some go
She chooses who
Selects the ones with flash of eye
Or Judas kisses upon the cheek
Her face so pure
As to lure
The blind man�s special taste
Where goes she now?
Who was she then?
Who will she ever be?
Left the station all too late
Some ghost upon the midnight street
Ah, who could trap the wayward queen?
Sell I would my life to you
Trade it for a penny.
Trade if for a penny
Where flicks the eye
of the girl so shy?
Where goes her mind
behind the stars?
Her face -
where poor men dream of riches
Where cold men sleep at night
Where sad men come to joy
Where kings come to die
Her face
Where wise men walk as idiots
Where fools find their gold
Where we search for all
the missing places
Her face
a world written for you
Her wildness all but quite
In essence she smiles
In presence she beguiles
In silence she sleeps
In movements she wins
So here flicks the eye
of the girl so shy
The victory of the temptress
WINTER 2008