Pass Me

Words swirl and fall
About the corner
Where lovers are pressed
And the priest
Can only shout blessings
To the strangers in the sky
(Stingers in this night)
If love flares that shortly
Then only fools may be left
To cavort a moment more
With the villain dead
They might reclaim
Wishes and sighs
But instead drink deep
And fall stagebound
Faces down, turned from
The riches we might find
Beside this lake
Where is the moon?
Lost in this sand like a coin
Like spilled wine might
Pass me by this night