The Funeral Portrait

You wait by the window<br>Morning`s breath on the sill<br>Idle hands given another try<br>So you wait and you savour the moment<br>Outside the canvas turned white<br>Ruby eyes in the fog<br>Rain washing clean all the sins<br>A liquid gown that covers all<br>Your loathe turns endless<br>Opened mirage soothes your sense<br>Locked on the pinnacle<br>The best secret within<br>Like a derelict child<br>Heart burning for a stranger<br>Ascending to the meek<br>Flock round the liars in awe<br>Caked in the soil beneath<br>Fear me when we meet<br>Turn away in admiration<br>My firm grip round the nucleus of joy<br>Enough of this<br>You will leave me now<br>You will see it now<br>Perish at my hands<br>Close to you<br>Tangled up in hair<br>Fresh stigma look<br>Shall I take you with me<br>And it is cold<br>Ruby eyes in the fog<br>It is me<br>And you are just like them all<br>Stained by the names of fathers<br>I`m greeting my downward fall<br>Leaving the throes to others