Michaelangelo

Last night I dreamed about you

I dreamed that you were older

You were looking like Picasso

With a scar across your shoulder

You were kneeling by the river

You were digging up the bodies

Buried long ago

Michelangelo.



Last night I dreamed about you

I dreamed you were a pilgrim

On a highway out alone to find

The mother of your children

Who were still unborn and waiting

In the wings of some desire

Abandoned long ago

Michelangelo.



Were you there at Armageddon

Was Paris really burning

Could I have been the one to pull you

From the point of no returning

And did I hear you calling out my name

Or was it forgotten long ago

Michelangelo.



Last night I dreamed about you

I dreamed that you were riding

On a blood red painted pony

Up where the heavens were dividing

And the angels turned to ashes

You came tumbling with them to earth

So Far below

Michelangelo.



Last night I dreamed about you

I dreamed that you were dying

In a field of thorn and roses

With a hawk about you crying

For the warrior slain in battle

From an arrow driven deep inside you

Long ago

Michelangelo.



Did you suffer at the end

Would there be no one to remember

Did you banish all the old ghosts

With the terms of surrender

And could you hear me calling out your name

Well, I guess that I will never know

Michelangelo.



Last night I dreamed about you

I dreamed that you were weeping

And your tears poured down like diamonds

For a love beyond all keeping

And you caught them one by one

In a million silk bandanas that I gave you long ago

Michelangelo...