A Burnt Sun For Sale

Restrain the whippin', sell me softly
   adorn me gay in plums and peaches
  or did I never make you laughin'?
Have you ever hit your creatures?

That nightly dream all fell aquite
   and sleepin' alders watched us not
  remember, canaree and scarlet
was flame wherein has grown a tot.

In furs and silks and astrakhan
   a tulip talled above the weeds
  the princy one, he had begun
all saw in future he succeeds

Yet, noone ever forced a riddle
   what woman bore the child alive
  does she go on, did flee to freedom
Or fell in this malign melee?

   'cause since that day you sped my shinin'
      I have been guestin' at your traces
     as fruit preferred by none of dinin'
   have served riff-raffin' hollow faces
   
   then, as a calve o'silver tremblin'
      amidst the mirror-mountains lambin'
     as cat which tries to catch her tail
   was just another sun for sale...

=== October 7th, MMII ===