Visions Of A Lost World
I remember the ancient black leather years
The nocturnal pilgrimages to smoke-stained shrines
Where the holy sacrament of quarter drafts
Led to the fog of bleary nirvanas
As thundering roars from animal guitars
Bludgeoned the air from cage-like stages
While I stumbled in deliriums looking for love
Some angel who wouldn’t just vanish at dawn
And I knew that a kiss could be sweet as honey
Or cold as a bullet from a well-aimed gun
That could make the stars seem somehow brighter
Or dark as the shadows of a blind man’s dream
But it didn’t matter then because time was my friend
Who delivered new chances to find a true heart
Who would fill up the night with a thousand flowers
A thousand songs whose echoes wouldn’t fade
Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh,
Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally
and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.
