Creature of Curls (Vincent)

A man i used to know

Somewhere in the 

Mountain of curls

Silent and 

Sensational

Plays a little gold harp

And sits a 

Scared little boy

Afraid of the jungle, 

Afraid of the shadows that lurk

Somewhere in the 

Pile of pain

Somewhere in this person

Lives a bleeding, bleating heart

A ram of a person is he

Strong a sacred

Wild and young

Moonlit beach skin 

And eyes of an orphan 

Who wears his brothers clothes

And would you hate me

(More than you do already) 

If the most tender thing 

I'm dying to do

Is to close your eyes

Lay a blanket of you

And tuck your curls

Behind your left ear

Behind your laugh

That I'll never hear

I'm afraid that your voice is

Hollow

I'm more afraid that it is

Like all of your pillows

Soft and full

And deep and flowery

I don't know, 

Maybe it's both

And I know

That you wish you could

Unstick yourself

From this cycle of sleeping

But if for now, 

All you are doing is dreaming

Dare to dream big 

And dare to do it 

Beautifully

So that when you awake

A part of it comes with you 

And manifests itself in reality

On me, 

Your eyes found a small corner

Sat there begging for a home

A home that no matter how much I want

I cannot give you

For it hurts me, 

And it will not carry you

For I cannot give you a healing

That only you can ask G-d for

Your eyes are

Asking a question that

Only you can answer

And 

It breaks both of us

But you should know 

To G-d

There is

Nothing 

As 

Whole 

As 

A 

Broken 

Heart, 

As a 

Broken

Soul. 

To G-d, 

There is nothing as regal 

As a rams horn

He who scrambles mountaintops

Lost, fallen and forlorn

But at the end of all days

At a new dawn,

Through its toil

Redemption is sounded

And through this curly haired ram

Through his horn, 

The world is healed

The world is 

Reborn.