Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Verlaine surrounded her with words
The Flowers of Evil, Drunken Mornings and Sentences, Puppets and the Sea Shells
Slim shadow was shepherd in all the while keeping a steady beat as the pages of plays yet unwritten sparked in the universal brain
Dali flew in on the wings of a crow named Raymond, hand on head 30 second baptism
Janis dangled from a pearl earring, a sorrowful treasure, a lonely gypsy kissed by boas
Jim with all of his friends that died, forever immortalized as Providence keeps vigil
Robert, the boy who loved Michelangelo, snaps his fingers and a masterpiece is made. Blink an eye and the artistic world turns over
She brought them to her, her pull inevitable, unmistakable...spark!
Paths crossed planned by a higher hand, working magic with the chess pieces below the clouds
That hand now plans my meeting and I will ride the trade winds that will bring me closer to my homecoming with the Gothic crow
